How It All Fell Into Place.. (Zerrie story)

It's All Fun And Games...

Perrie's P.O.V

I didn't know what to do after I read that article. So I threw a tantrum. Now, if you know me well, you would know that I don't throw tantrums, ever. So I shocked myself as much as the other girls when they came to check up on me. I've been alone now for about two hours. I didn't mind though. I've been thinking about Zayn. Our relationship. Was it even real? Or was he going along with what management said? I honestly wouldn't be surprised I mean, c'mon, look at me. I'm a mess. When I'm not in a depressed state, I'm awkward. I got off the bed and walked over to my vanity. I looked in the mirror and saw an ugly, depressed teenager with tear tracks down her cheeks. Honestly, how can Zayn date me? Ugh. I'm so disgusted with myself. I went back to bed and picked up my phone again. There were endless tweets about how we were so talented and such, but then there was the occasional hate. I read through about 5 hate tweets and broke down again. Something's really up with me. I heard a knock on the door.

"Go away Jesy." I mumbled.

"It's not Jesy." said a male voice, belonging to Zayn. I froze, then moved underneath the doona again. It was then I realized the door was open. Shit.

"Perrie.." Zayn started and I heard the door open.

"Go away!" I half-shouted.

"Perrie please." he tried again. I felt the blanket being pulled away from my face, but made no effort to get it back. I didn't have the energy. I simply covered my face, but through my fingers I saw Zayns concerned face. He reached out to touch me but I flinched away, scared that he'll hurt me even more.

"Perrie, what have I done? Please, tell me." he said, desperate for an answer. I just looked at my phone and he seems to get the message. He picked it up and begun reading through the same article that I had re-clicked on, trying to think that it didn't happen, but it didn't work. I ended up in tears again. Zayn must've finished reading the article coz he threw down my phone, probably breaking it, I didn't care to look.

"Perrie.. you know I'd never do that to you right?" he said. I didn't answer. "Perrie.."

"No!" I shouted suddenly and ran downstairs. Jade was sitting on the couch looking at her phone when I came in. She immediately put it down and opened her arms. I sat down on the couch next to her and fell into her open arms. And started crying, again.

The stairs creaked as someone, Zayn, came down. He talked to Jade, but I didn't hear a word. Too busy sobbing. Suddenly, I felt lips on my forehead. Zayn's trying to charm me. I'm not ready for this.

"I love you Perrie, I'd never do that to you. Never." I heard Zayn say, then leave. I was slightly shocked at his words. I love you. Wha-? Why? I-I.. Great, confused and upset. I didn't need two emotions running through my system if I couldn't even handle one. I began to calm down. Slowly, but I still calmed down. Jade was still there. God help us all if she wasn't. I sat up and put my head in my hands. I sighed and went to my room. I looked at my phone, luckily still intact, and picked it up. There were two messages; one from Leigh-Anne and one from Zayn. I looked at Leigh's message first.

Hey Perrie. Hope you're alright. Just letting you know that me and Jesy have gone shopping. We didn't get to tell Jade, because we couldn't find her. Anyway, cyaa soon! xx -Leigh

So that's where they were. I thought about random stuff before I snapped out of my trance. I'm getting into a lot of those these days. I hesitated as I looked at the message from Zayn. Did I want to read it? Stuff it. I clicked on the message and read it.

Hey love, I'm sorry if I scared you or anything today. I just, wanted you to know. I know I haven't said anything prior about this to you, I didn't think it was necessary. If you want to talk, which I doubt right now, call me? Or at least come over so we can talk in person. Please Perrie? I guess I'll see you soon. x -Zayn

"I'm sorry if I scared you?" I said out load. He didn't scared me, just gave me a whole lot more to think about. I texted back a short answer.

I'm sorry. I need time. -Perrie

I locked my phone and went to bed. But I didn't sleep. I thought. About, everything. John, Zayn, the girls, my emotions and Zayn and I's relationship, was it real or fake? I thought for a while, because when I looked at the clock on my bedside table, it read 2.00am. I was thinking for a whole four hours. But I still wasn't tired. I got out of bed and got dressed; trackies, oversized jumper and a beanie. I wrote a note for the girls, who had gone to bed long ago, and left. I didn't know where I was going, but I had to leave the house. I found myself walking to the park. I sighed and sat on one of the swings. I slowly swayed myself back and forth, thinking. God, I do that a lot don't I? I didn't notice that someone had sat on the swing next to me. I looked over and surprise, surprise. It was Zayn. It's like he can read my mind or something! Unless here came he by coincidence, but I highly doubt that.

"H-Hey." he stammered.

"Hi." I replied, looking down at the ground. He just sighed and did the same.

"Perrie..." I looked up to meet Zayns gaze.

"I-I I'm sorry." He apologised. I half-heartedly laughed.

"What for?" I asked. He just sighed and ran his hands through his quiff, why was it styled at this time of night I have no idea. I just stared blankly at the ground.

"What are you doing here Zayn?" I asked him quietly.

"I guess I could ask you the same thing." He retaliated.

"Zayn!" I groaned, annoyed. He just laughed. Jesus Christ, not now. I smiled.

"Look, Perrie. Do you honestly believe the magazines?" he asked. I sighed.

"I-I don't know. It seemed so real, but.. I don't know" I replied, trying to believe myself.

"You know I'd never do that. These people don't know us. They make up these stories so they get readers. Most of it's untrue. And you have to believe not the magazines, but the real person." He said. I looked at him, finally gaining the courage to look him in the eye. I just loved how the street light from across the road half light his face, making him look, well, gorgeous. His chocolate brown eyes told me that he was telling the truth. Zayn may have the 'Bad Boi' image, but he was really a big softie. I heard him get off the swing and followed him with my eyes as he walked to me. He held out his hand, for me to take it. I looked at it. You're probably thinking, why is she looking at his hand? Well, I supposed I still have that voice inside me saying 'don't trust him', but, who cares. I grabbed his hand and stood up. We just stood there before he put his other hand on my cheek. I looked him in the eye before leaning upwards. When we were eye level, I closed my eyes and leant in. I guess Zayn did the same because our lips met in the middle. I was so happy at that moment in time, that I forgot everything that I was worrying about before. The hate, the magazine stories, lies. Everything.

Because in that moment, I was happy.