Running; Zayn Malik & Me

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“Okay so what the hell was that about?” 

 Instead of replying I threw myself at him, I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck while he stood there completely lost. I gently tugged at the fine hairs at the base of his neck and kissed him delicately on his shoulders. 

 “Hug me back you prick” I mumbled. 

He put his arms loosely under my armpits and spread his hands out so his palms were flat on my back. 

“We did it” he whispered, “We’re here”. But then he pulled away from me. “Now explain please?” 

I pretended to flip my hair over my shoulder and stood with my weight on one leg, I made a deep manly voice and tried to imitate Zayn, “Yah, I’m Zayn Malik, I’m in a multi million pound band called One Direction and I ran away with my girlfriend Beth Reader and we’re in France yah” 

 Zayn laughed at me and pulled me back in for a hug, “You are the most beautiful clever person I have ever come across, thank you for saving my bacon.. Emily” 

He put emphasis on the name and made a face, I slapped his chest playfully, “Shut up, thanks to me we’re unknown” 

He laughed and shook his head, “I’m kidding, I like it, Emily’s a good name” I nodded my head at him and grinned. He leaned his lips close to my ear, “Now, the receptionist told me this room has a waterfall shower..” 

I pulled back and cocked my head at him, he had a horny smirk on his face and I couldn’t help but chuckle. 

“Shotgun!” I yelled as I suddenly shoved him from me and legged it towards the bathroom. 

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“I can’t believe he has a girlfriend, I feel like a bit of a dick you know” Zayn said as I flicked through the TV channels. 

I sighed and chucked the remote away from me, “Well you can apologise at lunch in.... 18 minutes” I said as I checked my watch. 

Zayn groaned and lulled his head back, “Do we have to go? Can’t we stay here? Order room service and.. You know, cuddle?” 

I slapped the back of his head, “No, we’re going to lunch with Robert and his girlfriend and you are apologising” 

He grinned at me, “You’re sexy when you’re ansty you know” 

“And you, are a pervert”

He shrugged and we both went back to watching the TV. Moments later heavy vibrating broke through the comfortable silence we had been sat in. 

“Yours or mine?” Zayn asked as he got off the bed and headed to the dressing table.

“Must be yours, I turned mine off when I got to 19 missed calls from Zoey alone”

He nodded and tugged his phone out from the drawer, “Harry this time. Do you think they think we’ve run away? Or just pulling a fast one?” 

“I don’t know, only time will tell I suppose” 

Zayn nodded and switched off his phone and then returned it into the drawer he had pulled it from. He got back up on the bed and crawled towards me. He draped one arm around waist and rested his head on my bicep. I started wiggling my arm around, “Come on, don’t get settled, we need to de-Zayn you before we go to lunch with Robert” 

“What?”

“Just sit at the dressing table and Emily the stylist will work her magic” 

I covered my hands with hairspray and styling clay and just slapped it on top of his head. His shoulders rose up and his face was horrified. I laughed at him, “I’ll make you look good, don’t worry”. Then I got a fine toothed comb and scraped his hair back - real French style. 

The blonde chunk on the right side of his head actually finished off the hair do. He looked at it between his fingers. “I look like Andy” he said in a low tone. 

“But you don’t look like Zayn Malik so stop moaning and let’s go, I’m getting hungry” I said and started putting my shoes on. I could see Zayn studying his reflection in the mirror, tweaking the strands of his dark hair every now and again. Finally, he stood up fully and did a pose. 

“Did I really just watch you do that?” I asked. 

He shrugged, “I could actually get used to this style, now come along Emily”

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“So how long are you guys staying for?” Annabelle, Robert’s girlfriend, asked. 

 Zayn shrugged his shoulders, “Until this one decides where she wants to go next I suppose” he said and gestured towards me. 

I laughed and took a sip of my coffee, “Barbados please baby” I said in a sickly sweet tone with some fluttering eyelashes for added effect. His eyebrows shot up and he gave a small shrug. 

“I’ll see what I can do” 

“Seriously?!” me and Annabelle exclaimed at the same time. 

Annabelle turned to Robert, “Come on! You have to whisk me off now you know” 

Robert laughed and copied Zayn by saying “I’ll see what I can do” 

“I’ll start picking out my bikinis” Annabelle said with a dreamy look on her face. She was a very pretty girl, she was French but had attended an international school so she was fluent in English and four other languages. She was quite tall with plain brown hair cropped into a pixie cut, but she had these bright blue eyes and big plump lips which made her stand out. Robert constantly teased her about how French she was what with her beret and stripes but she loved it, they were such an in love couple. It made me wonder what Robert’s intentions had been that morning when he had approached me at the train station. 

Robert also told us that her uncles is an immediate relative of the queen so she often gets invited to royal events. 

I sighed wistfully. I had missed out on the posh events with Zayn. 

We had split up before he finished the X Factor so I never got to attend the Brits or any other red carpet events. And now we were fugitives so any other opportunities were out the window. 

Annabelle broke me out of the daze I had fallen into, “So Emily, Robert said that he bumped into you this morning. At the train station?” 

I nodded and took another bite of my panini. 

A look of realisation flashed across Zayn’s face and he swallowed thickly, “Look mate, about that, I’m sorry-” 

Robert held up his hand to cut him off, “No, I completely understand, a guy approaching your girl when you’ve taken her off on a romantic trip, completely legitimate for you to get tetchy. Anyway, Emily, the reason I approached you, there was a man, watching you. Well there was two men actually, but one disappeared after a couple of minutes, I just wanted to make sure everything was okay, or that you weren’t alone” 

Zayn and I shared a glance and it was my turn to swallow thickly. “Well, yeah everything’s fine, I mean we’re not murderers on the run or anything..” I tried to laugh but it came out like a nervous howl and Zayn gave me a weird look. 

“This food is amazing Robert, compliments to the chef!” Zayn said subtly moving the conversation on. 

“Oh you can tell him yourself! I’ll give you a tour if you like, once we’ve finished eating?” Robert asked with a kind smile. 

I grinned, “That would be lovely”