Let's Play A Love Game (A 1D Fan Fiction)

Chapter Fourteen (Amber)

I sat Indian style on the floor and waited for Zayn to take a seat. Instead of sitting, he strode forward and slapped a button, causing the wall to spin around. The new side of the wall had a television mounted on it along with a fridge, sink, microwave, cabinets, phone, fold up table, and a couple fold up chairs. He lifted two chairs from their wall mount and whisked them to the center of the room. He set them up and carried the table over and set it up next. "Would you like to take a seat up here?" Zayn inquired as he pulled out one of the chairs and made a gesture towards it. I peeled myself off of the floor and took up his offer. "Popcorn?" "Yes please!" I smiled comfortably, folding my hands on the table as he put the popcorn in the microwave. "Soda?" "Okay, now tell me why you don't live here instead of in your apartment," I laughed as he handed me a cold Mountain Dew. He brought the freshly popped popcorn as he joined me at the table, "This isn't an option for us. It is a final resort that only Liam and I even know about." "Why don't the other boys know about it?" I questioned curiously. "Liam and I are trustworthy. And plus, we aren't the main ch-- Mainly... Immature ones.. There have to be people mapping out where the other boys are at all times. Because.. Because.. They can get into trouble otherwise. They can't go without being watched. It's dangerous. Nobody can miss anything that happens," Zayn struggled for words. "Understood," I slowly nodded, opening my Mountain Dew and scanning the room, "What's behind that wall?" "More rooms," Zayn casually answered. "More rooms?" I repeated incredulously. "And a small staircase," he added. "Leading to where?" I inquired. "More rooms." "Jeez! How many rooms are there?" I quietly burst. "A lot," he replied, taking a handful of popcorn and shoving it into his mouth. "Really though, how much space do you need for hiding out from fans? Do you honestly need all of this?" "No we do not. But I must remind you, it isn't all for us. It's just something the apartment did. The security footage is located back here and probably some paperwork and maybe a break room," he explained, listing off some less than incredible rooms. "Security footage? Can I see it?" I tested quickly. "I really don't know where it is. And even if I did, if we got caught back there we'd be in trouble. But you were going to tell me something. That's why we came here in the first place, isn't it?" "Okay. It's not going to be easy, but I'll try," I replied, taking another deep, calming breath. "Whenever you're ready," Zayn nodded, lounging back and taking a sip of soda. "Well, I've always been jealous of Lauren. Ever since she started at our school, I was jealous," I began finally. "Of what?" Zayn questioned. "Everything! She was herself. She was quiet and invisible yet sought after by so many guys. I was just not. She wasn't even that pretty but she was so incredibly nice that we just became friends somehow and I always sort of resented her for it. She was everything I wasn't. And then she got the thing I mentioned and at first I was happy for her. Yet in the back of my mind I hoped she'd lose it before everything ended badly for me. That didn't happen. She kept it. And I grew to hate her for taking it. Then she took it out of my life completely. I had to do something to protect me and it. I didn't give a shit about her at that point. Then she really did lose the thing and she had nothing. She came to me and I helped her. I knew how much it meant to her. We never found the thing, but losing that thing that tore us apart in the first place was incredible for us. It tore us both apart but it forced us to come together at the same time," I explained as vaguely detailed as possible. "What was the thing?" Zayn asked after a moment of silence. "I can't say," I shrugged. "If you told me, I may be able to help you find it," he bargained. "No, really." "I guess I'll just have to guess then. Is it a tangible object?" "Duh," I almost laughed, wondering what kind of object she could take that wasn't tangible. "Sorry! Just making sure. A person?" "Yes." "An ex-boyfriend of yours?" "No. Not a boyfriend," I convinced hesitantly, knowing I had already revealed too much. "A friend?" "Yes! You could say that. I mean, not exactly.." I replied, biting the inside of my lip. "You confuse me when you play mind games like that," Zayn told me suddenly, reaching for popcorn. "Too bad. I've given you too much already. Honestly. If you're meant to know, you'll find out eventually," I assured. "Okaaayy," he drawled, giving me a puppy dog look. "Not working," I sang, although it actually WAS completely working. "Okayyyy," he whined back at me before beginning a new topic, "So what about work now?" "What about it?" "What should we do? I don't think it should always be some type of free intimate concert. You and Lauren definitely need to get more involved. I think we should make set lists," Zayn brainstormed. "What do you want Lauren and I to do? You're the superstar here." "I think we could turn it back into shows. Instead of intimate concerts, we could do intricate performances!" "Nice large vocabulary, Hot Shot," I smiled, giving a thumbs up. I liked Zayn, End of story. He was a cool guy. "Amber, would you help me plan something?" Zayn inquired, proposing the idea casually. I bit my lip in thought for a second. On one hand, it would get us out of this situation. On the other, it required work and effort. "Sure. But can we go back to my apartment first?" I groaned. "Of course! That'll be best anyway," he sighed. I thought about what he meant for a second but then realized that without us around, Management would get suspicious. The shorter we were out of sight, the better the show and the less chance we had of any serious consequences.