Running; Zayn Malik & Me

HI 

SORRY I'M LATE

My best friend stayed with me last week and I never got chance to post :( 

We had a cute week incase you were wondering.  

So I re-wrote this like 8 times because I didn't know how I wanted Robert to react, and I'm still not happy with it. Sigh. It's also a little bit short, but the next one will be longer:) 

I am in love with Can't Hold Us by Macklemore and Ryan Lewis. I am also in love with Macklemore himself. He is F I N E

Next update Friday.

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ENJOY.

Me and Zayn were stunned into silence. 

Robert rolled his eyes and screwed up the article, “I’ll take that as a yes to everything then”

“Robert, mate, let us explain” Zayn stepped towards Robert with his hands held out. 

I chuckled awkwardly, “Yeah, it’s a lot worse than it sounds” 

“Oh is it?” Zayn said accusingly with his eyebrows raised. 

I gulped and looked back to Robert, ignoring Zayn’s comment, although I knew he wouldn’t let it lie. “Do you mind if I look at the article?” I asked in a quiet voice. 

“Be my guest” Robert spat. 

I was quite taken aback with the venom that was dripping from his tone, I had never known someone’s entire personality to switch so much. Sure I knew Zayn had a temper, and so did I, but Robert’s switch just baffled me. 

I unscrunched the newspaper clipping and began to read. Well tried to. 

“It’s in French” I stated dumbly. 

“You’re in France, what do you expect?” Robert snapped. 

“Hey, don’t you talk to my girlfriend like that, you don’t know anything about us, who the hell are you to judge. Come on Beth, get packing, I think we’ve outstayed our welcome”

Zayn stood up straight and puffed his bare chest out at Robert, who was still seated and glaring between the pair of us. 

“Will you be okay out here while I pull on some clothes?” Zayn asked me as he grabbed his jeans and a pair of boxers. I nodded and started collecting the clothes strewn across the room. 

“Oh and don’t worry about us skipping out on the bill, I’m a fifth of that ridiculous bubblegum boyband that has taken over the world so I can afford it” Zayn shot at Robert and then marched into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. 

Robert only chuckled humourlessly, and called after Zayn, “You two aren’t going anywhere, every teenage girl on the planet will now be on the look out for you, now please explain what the hell is going on?” 

I stopped picking up clothes and stood up slowly, turning to face Robert once again. And then I heard the click of the bathroom door and Zayn’s footstep’s padding across the thick pile carpet. 

I chewed my lip nervously before speaking, “We just want to be together, but no one seems to understand that” 

Robert raised an eyebrow, “The drug addict and the self harmer on the run because it’s true love? How cliché” 

My fists clenched, “I do not self harm. I was in a car accident the week before that photo was taken, my arm went through the window of a car and I was sliced to pieces. You shouldn’t believe everything you read in the press, they say anything to sell a paper.” 

Robert turned to Zayn, “But the drug addict thing, that’s true?”

“Yep. Cocaine. Used to get through £500 a day” Zayn stated and wrapped an arm around my shoulder protectively. I tensed at his words. Me and Zayn were yet to discuss his habit. 

But still, £500 a day.

I didn’t even want to guess how many grams or lines that was. 

He turned to face the wall and he laughed, “How rock and roll of you” Robert mocked. My fists were getting tighter and tighter, my fingernails digging into my palms. I could feel the anger bubbling inside of me as Robert continued to smirk. 

“So those guys watching you, in the train station? Your dealers?” he asked Zayn. 

“No, my accountant and his assistant, he was getting me money, look just get out, we’ll pay the bill and be gone in twenty minutes” Zayn said as he dropped his arm from around me and continued to pick up our belongings. I stood frozen to the spot, my fists still clenched incredibly tight. 

Robert wiggled his eye brows and mimicked Zayn, “Oh it’s my accountant” he used a high pitched voice and waved his arms around. I could feel a lump rise in my throat as I stared daggers into the hotel owner. 

“What’s it to you anyway? Why do you care so much? It’s not like we were going to skip out on the bill, Zayn said we can afford to-” 

Robert seethed and cut me off, “What’s it to me?!” he exclaimed, disbelief clear in his features, “If it gets out that you two were here it will ruin me! The kind of clients I have don’t mix with drug addicts and depressives. And Annabelle, oh God what is she going to say?! She’ll be disgusted! Lord above! Tell me you haven’t taken anything while you’ve been here?” he demanded. 

Zayn stopped packing and sighed heavily, “No, I haven’t, I haven’t taken anything since before we left England and shut the fuck up with the whole depression accusations, you sound like a twat. Robert, mate, we’ll be leaving okay?” Zayn held out his arm, directing Robert to the door. 

“Mate?!” he exclaimed, then he sighed heavily. 

“I would have helped you, you know” Robert replied, in a small, defeated voice. “I was once in this position”

“Pardon?” I asked and put my hands to my hips. 

“I, well, I ran away from home when I was 15, I came here to escape everything, to be something better,” he said with a sigh. 

“We don’t want your sob story, just leave it yeah?” Zayn said and ran a hand through his tousled hair. I put my hand on his shoulder and squeezed gently, I felt his muscles relax instantly. 

“We’re sorry okay? We didn’t want anyone to find out, we just want to be us” I said. 

Robert nodded, “Yeah I get it. Look, let me help you, you guys aren’t gonna be able to go anywhere without someone looking for you. I can get you out of here, get you away”