The art that is One Direction

Chapter 13

I watched the street lights as we passed. Zayn's grip was tighter, not as it usually is. I rested my head on his shoulder, trying not to think. "What will you say?" I asked. Zayn smirked, like he knew exactly. Louis had a cheeky look on his face, I didn't like it. I slowly started to fiddle with Zayn's fingers, trying not to panic. Liam stared out the window the opposite side of the limo. His muscles tensed every minute.

Harry, Niall and Louis joked around the whole trip, trying to mess each others hair and clothes. I cuddled up into Zayn's arm, feeling his chest rise and fall. It made me sleepy each time.

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The limousine had come to a stop. "Come on lovely," Zayn whispered. I quickly slipped my feet back into the heels and walked out. "Lora, so good to see you again," Georgia greeted, giving me hug. Zayn didn't let go of my hand, I was starting to worry. As she greeted all the boys, I walked upstairs to a room, where they would have their interviews. They all followed after me. Then I got a text from the girls:

Everything will be okay, we promise S,W,W xoxo

I just hoped they were right. All the boys had there interviews, Zayn was last. "Come on," he whispered, grabbing my hand. "Okay Malik, take a seat," Georgia demanded from behind her desk chair. He gripped my hand tighter, his jaw clenched an his breath was shorter. "I'm going to record this for later," Georgia announced. "Hi Zayn, I'll be your interviewer today, pleasure to see you here," Georgia said. The questions were commonly asked, what's it like being famous? And so on. Then she asked an extra question. "So are you in a relationship with Lora?" she asked. We both froze. This was it, the moment when the world would know. There was no answer, it was as if Zayn went into shock.

"Yes," I answered. Georgia and Zayn looked at me. She pressed the stop button on the phone. "I see, you want to keep it a secret from media?" Georgia asked. "You don't know how thankful we'd be if you could," Zayn said, almost pleading. "Alright," Georgia said, cutting the memo short. "Done, see you two love birds later," she said. "Oh, I'll see those artworks done in a month," Georgia added. "Done," I laughed.

"What do you mean we have to do recordings today? We haven't even rehearsed!" Harry yelled. The man talking to him didn't seem to impressed either, trying to reason with Harry. "Harry, it's okay, we can do it," Liam said. "Okay, bye," Harry said. "Boys, we having recordings today," Niall yelled. Louis and Zayn walked in, very unimpressed. "I thought we had another 4 weeks at least," Louis moaned. "Not anymore, they want the album in early," Harry yelled. "Boys, at least you'll get it done sooner so you can have more time to yourselves," she said.

"Whatever, the girls are coming too," Liam demanded. "What about paparazzi?" Zayn asked. "I'm sure the girls can make it past wearing hoods," Niall said.

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Zayn's jumper covered almost my whole body. The sleeves were to long and the hood actually went over my face. "Why do I have to wear your jumper?" I asked. "Because paparazzi will try and take a picture of you and me, so there's going to be some dramas," Zayn answered. "By the way, you look fine," he added. "I don't care how I look, this thing is warm," I laughed. "Come on, we've got recording to do."

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The security opened the door wide, we were almost running out. Zayn couldn't hold my hand through the paparazzi, so he walked ahead of me. One of the members of paparazzi grabbed onto my sleeve, trying to pull off my jumper. "Get away!" I yelled. "It's a girl!" the man yelled out. The whole paparazzi was after me, trying to pull off my jumper and take photos. My jumper had slipped off, I was doomed. "Zayn!" I yelled out. He turned around and saw that my jumper had come off, running over and tugging me into his jumper.

"What's her name Zayn? Are you two dating?" the paparazzi asked. Zayn didn't reply, holding me tighter. "Where are the other girls?" I asked. "In the studio," he whispered back. "Back off!" the security yelled out, pushing them away. Zayn and I ran to the studio, relieved to have made it past. "How did they manage to take of the jumper," he sighed heavily. I shrugged, it was pretty amazing at what they were capable of.