“Where is Zayn?” I asked and feeling a tear in my eye.
“He left. Miki what happened?” She asked and I shook my head.
“Nothing I just I need to go find Zayn.” I said then walked out the door. I decided to take the stare well in case my luck comes into play and I get stuck in the death trap that is an elevator. I quickly walked down the stairs and I saw Zayn walk out the front door of the lobby. I sighed and followed quickly.
“Zayn!” I yelled and he turned around.
“What Miki!” He yelled annoyed.
“Louis never had me. You did.” I said and within a matter of seconds Zayn grabbed my waist and pulled me close to him then crashed his lips on mine. I snaked my arms around his neck and deepen the kiss. There was a flash of a camera and we quickly pulled apart. About a second later there was a crowd of paparazzi and fans hovered around us.
“Aren’t you the girl that kissed Louis?”
“Are you cheating on him with Zayn?”
“Whore.” As soon as I heard that one I ran inside pushing past the crowd.
“Miki!” I heard Zayn yell but I ignored him and kept walking. I got in my apartment and I didn’t see Carmen anywhere. I sighed and went in my room and just started to cry. That was the second time in one week someone has called me a whore. All I wanted to do was go back California. I wanted to go home and see my Colin and Mel and just forget about London. There was a knock on my door and I opened it to see Zayn. He pulled me into a hug and I just started to cry on his chest.
“You were right. I am a whore.” I said once I stop crying then sat on my bed. Zayn sat down next to me and sighed.
“No you aren’t. I never meant to say that and the fans are just jealous.” He said pulling me closer to him.
“I am.” I said and he kissed the top of my head.
“Miki you aren’t.” He said and I sighed.
“Yea well the whole world thinks I am!” I yelled in annoyance then sat up and started to pace around my room like an idiot. Zayn got up and wrapped his arms around my waist.
“Who cares what the world thinks. It is what you think that matters.” He said and I sighed.
“Yeah well I think I am a whore.” I said and he sighed then grabbed my hands.
“Then it doesn’t matter what you think.” He said and I rolled my eyes.
“Thanks Zayn that is going to make me feel better.” I said sarcastically.
“Just let me finish.” He said looking in my eyes.
“It doesn’t matter what you think. It matters what I think. And I don’t think you are a whore Miki.” He said and I crashed my lips on his. We pulled away about a minute later our foreheads still touching.
“Thank you.” I whispered and he smiled then kissed my nose.
“I have to go to a recording session. I will see you later.” He said and I nodded.
“Ok.” I said before he walked out the door.
I got out my laptop and typed in my name on tumblr wanting to see what people have been saying about me. There where pictures of me kissing Zayn and Louis and half of them had “what a whore” written under them. I had enough of it and decided to go on twitter and write a little something.
@Miki_Jones: Me and tight pants are just friends! It was a drunken kiss that is it.
Shit I just said tight pants in the tweet. Great now not only are they going to think of me as a whore they are going to think of me as a complete idiot who calls a grown man tight pants. You know what that grown man should get out of those tight pants so never mind I am glad I tweeted that. Miki what the hell are you even saying? Oh god I need help. I turned on the radio on my Ihome and I heard a song I never heard before.
You’re insecure
Don’t know what for
You’re turning head when you walk through the do-o-or
Don’t need makeup to cover up
Being the way that you are is eno-u-ugh
Everyone else in the room can see it
Everyone else but you-u
Baby you light up my world like nobody else
The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed.
By this point I was dancing around like an idiot to this random song that wasn’t that bad.
“I knew you heard of us.” Zayn said and I stopped dead in my tracks and saw all the boys standing there laughing.
“This is you!” I yelled my cheeks turning all different colors of red. Blondie laughed even harder and so did curly.
“The one and only.” Tight pants said and I glared at him.
“By the way great dancing.” He said and I gave him the finger.
“Shut up.” I whined then crossed my arms. Real mature Miki first they catch you dancing like a monkey on crack to their song and now you are blowing a hissy fit.
“What do you guys want?” I asked annoyed and Louis held out his phone.
“This” He said throwing me his phone. I caught it and looked at the screen. It was his twitter. It showed the worldwide trends and the number one trend was Tight Pants. I cracked up laughing when I saw it.
“Thanks a lot.” He said and I just continued to laugh. I then got an idea and smirked at him.
@Louis_Tomlinson: Tight Pants you’re trending!
I tweeted and about a second later the boys phone went off. Tight pants grabbed curly’s phone then glared at me.
“You tweeted on my account!” He said and I nodded.
“That’s what you get for almost getting me raped.”