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

Who are you?

Zayn's P.O.V

"Where do you think you're going?"

I jumped slightly at the voice, slowly turning around to face the stranger who held the voice. I was met with a boy, around my age, with dark blue eyes and dark brown/almost black hair. He had a strong build, about 5"9 and was wearing dark jeans, grey hoodie and a red snapback.

"Can I help you?" I asked, annoyed because I want-needed to get home.

"Yes, you can. Hand over the girl." He demanded. I looked at him like he was mental.

"Um, no. Who are you?" I again asked. I need to fun out who this guy is. The boy just laughed a tad too darkly for my liking. He took a step forward and brought his hand up to touch Perrie's face. I took a step back as he did so he couldn't touch her.

"Very protective. You know Zayn, Perrie deserves so much better than you." He said, making my blood boil.

"Listen, punk. I know Perrie deserves better than me, and she knows it too. But has she left me? No. So, if you would kindly let me through, my girlfriend is injured and I new to get her home." I said, starting to walk off. I wasn't surprised that the boy knew who we were, I mean seriously. His girlfriend probably talks about us all the time, if he has one. A thought struck me. What if that was one of Perrie's ex boyfriends? I got to the playground area of the park when I felt a hand grab my arm.

"Listen, Zayn. You know you shouldn't have done that to Perrie, especially now." I heard the boy day behind me. I whirled around and looked at him like he was a psychopath.

"In case you haven't noticed, I know. Okay? I know I shouldn't have done what I did but it's not like I can control my fucking hormones now is it? I bet you would do the same fucking thing if you were kissing Perrie, am I right?" I snapped. I've had enough of this dude. "And how the fuck do you know about me and Perrie? You're either a fucking stalker or a psychopath." I added, walking away not waiting for an answer.

"A) yes, I would've done the same thing, and B) you should really close the curtains before you think about having sex. Very disturbing images I saw you know." the boy said, smirk evident.

"Well maybe you shouldn't have been looking through people's windows you creep!" I retorted, a smirk now making its way onto my face. "You obviously have a thing for Perrie. You're either a boy-fan, an ex-boyfriend or a stalker. I choose the latter, what about you?"

The boy just shrugged his shoulders and said, "Friend". I laughed.

"Well if you're just a 'friend' I suggest you be a good one and piss off while I take Perrie home." I said. This boy is getting on my nerves.

"Woah there dude. No need to get aggressive." He said while putting his hands up defensively. I snorted. Aggressive? Bitch please, you haven't seen my aggressive side.

"Whatever, now piss off before I punch your head in. Or knock you unconscious, I'm cool with either of them. Now fuck off! For crying out loud!" I almost yelled. I was at the main road, waiting to cross when the bastard came up to me again.

"Michael." he said.

"What?" I asked, not quite comprehending what he said. If you think I'm dumb, I didn't really hear him.

"Michael. M'names Michael." He said again. I sighed and crossed the road when it was clear. I continued walking until I got to Perries street. She started to stir in my arms, which made me stop.

"Z-Zayn?" She asked wearily.

"It's ok love, I've got you." I said reassuringly. She just nodded and snuggled down into my chest. I reached her house and tried to open the door. I carefully balanced Perrie on one arm as I rang the doorbell. The door flew open in record time and I was faced with Debbie.

"Where the hell have you been! We've been worried sick!" She rambles, until she looks behind me. "Michael?" She asks, dumbfounded. I turned around to see the little shit, smiling sheepishly.

"You followed us all the way home?!" I asked irritably.

"Well, technically, you. Since Perrie wasn't really walking. And yes, because I wanted to make sure she got home safe." Michael said, smiling.

"Yeah, well. She's safe now. You can leave." I snarled, walking inside, Perrie carefully placed in my arms. I slowly walked upstairs and went into Perrie's room. I lay her gently down on the bed and saw that she's already wearing comfortable clothes so I didn't have to change her. Don't look at me like that, it's not like I'm gonna fucking rape her while she's asleep, you little perverted twats. I looked over to the window. Damn bastard was right. Seems like Perrie doesn't bother closing her blinds. No wonder she has creeps knocking at her door or following her around. Those people are very able to look through her window to see her doing god knows what. I walked over and shut the blinds, before climbing into bed with Perrie.

Michael was right. How did I end up with such an amazing woman?