Freedom

Chapter 2

"I have to go babe, hurry!" Zayn yells from the front door as he slips on his shoes. You wipe your hands on your pants and run to give him a kiss goodbye. Zayn's on his way to a live interview with the boys on the David Lettermen Show that's going to be on live so he's can't be late.

"Have fun!" you call after him before closing the front door. Deciding to make a bowl of popcorn for the show you walk into the kitchen, grabbing and unwrapping an Orville's bag and popping it into the microwave. As you wait, you text Zayn, wishing him luck:

You: Hey babe have fun at the interview, I'll be watching, don't mess up ;)

He texts you back a second later.

Zayn: Gee, thanks a lot Liv, now I definitely will! G2G, turn on the tv!

You chuckle slightly as you lock your phone and open up the microwave to retrieve your now popped popcorn. Turning on the television you put it on the channel just in time for the intro. After a while of talking about the fame and fans and how life must be such a huge change, the topic of relationships comes up. "So," David begins with a raised eyebrows, "of course we have to talk to about the ladies." The boys chuckle. "Those of you which are single, put up you're hands." Niall and Harry raised their hands almost right away. You look at Zayn and see that he's... slowly raising his? "Three out of five? Not bad for all those fans out there." You sit back on the couch, tears welling in your eyes even though you know Zayn didn't intend it like that. You understand that Zayn just wants to keep you a secret for your safety but now it just feels like he's ashamed to even tell anyone there's a girl in his life, after five years! Shutting off the tv you run upstairs and fly onto your bed just as the tears start rolling down your cheeks.

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"Babe! I'm home!" you hear Zayn call an hour later from downstairs. You're still on your bed, not crying but still your face is still damp and swollen from the tears. "Liv?" he calls once more. Footsteps come up the stairs and Zayn appears in the doorway. Seeing your red, puffy eyes he runs to you and embraces you in a hug. "Liv, what's wrong?" he asks in a worried tone. 'Don't cry, Liv, don't cry,' you think to yourself, 'He didn't mean it like that so don't make an issue that isn't there.'

"Nothing," you reply, "just the movie I was watching." You give a shaky laugh and focus back onto the tv. Zayn tilts his head to the side, examining you. He was good at reading people by their body language so you made sure not to be obvious.

"You sure?" Zayn asks as if he didn't believe you the first time. You nod you're head. Zayn places a hand on your shoulder. "Liv?" You look at him but make sure not to make eye contact. "You'd tell me right? If anything I did ever bothered you?" You suck in a breathe.

"Yeah," you lie to him which causes guilt to surge through you. Zayn gives you a peck on the mouth and smiles.

"Okay, thank you," he says. "Now go get dressed, I was thinking we could go to a movie." A wide grin grows on your face.

"Really?" you ask happily. Zayn nods and smiles. You run off the bed and to the closet, excited. It's not that you were always cooped up in the house. You were able to go to town by yourself and occasionally with Zayn and you would go out on dates too, it'd just usually be under high security which wasn't too fun except for the obvious reason of wanting a bit a privacy.

"It's Paul's shift and the boys are coming with us," Zayn added before you went into the bathroom to get your makeup on which only consisted of mascara, gold eyeshadow and shiny lipgloss. A few minutes later you're downstairs putting your phone into your purse and heading out the door.