Reality [zayn a.u.]

14.

*Bristol's POV*

It's been a week since Zayn and I got back from Colorado. Since before we even left Colorado, Zayn had been acting weird. He would barely talk to me and he would merely just give me a kiss on the cheek before he made any type of excuse not to stay.

I know that he has started working with my dad, but there is something way deeper than that. It's like he is trying to avoid me on purpose.

After the final class of my long week, I grabbed my phone out so that I could text Zayn since he really didn't make a point to have any communication with me for days.

From Bristol Tomlinson:

***Are you avoiding me, Zayn?

I walked into my dorm room and saw that Mallory was actually in our room. She was on her laptop as usual. I just set my stuff down and plopped onto my bed. Then an idea came to mind.

"Are you busy this weekend, Mal?" I asked.

She looked up at me and shrugged, "No, why?"

"Do you want to come to L.A. with me and help with my condo? I was going to do it with Zayn, but he is being an ass. We can leave tonight, spend the night at my sister's, and then we go in the morning and look. We'll be back by Saturday night in case you wanted to spend some time with Harry." I informed her.

"Yeah, we can do that." Mallory agreed.

I smiled and grew excited. I began to take my overnight bag out and threw and outfit in for the next day, shoes, and a shirt to wear tonight. Mallory and I finished packing at the same time and I checked my phone to see that I had a notification that Zayn finally text me back.

From Zayn Malik:

***No.

I rolled my eyes. He really expected me to just take a one worded response.

From Bristol Tomlinson:

***You're acting ridiculous. So I'm going to leave tonight and I will be back tomorrow night. That should be enough time for you to straighten yourself out yeah?

I looked to see that Mallory was ready, so I gestured for her to come with me. I grabbed the keys to my Mustang, and then left the dorm hall.

We threw our bags into the back and then got into the car and soon on our way.

"I'm just going to warn you now that they are probably filming. Don't pay too much attention." I warned.

She just nodded her head and then I told her to pick something out on my phone to listen to. We had the same taste in music, so I wasn't too concerned about what she would play. Once a song was chosen, a text interrupted the song.

"Mal, can you check that for me?" I asked.

I knew it was Zayn before she even told me that it was him. Once we stopped at a stop light, I took my phone from her to observe it.

From Zayn Malik:

***We'll talk later.

He was making mad and I know that he was completely aware of what he was doing.

"Did my mom ever call about that shoot?" I questioned.

"Yeah, she did. She wants me to audition next week." Mallory informed me.

I smiled widely. I was really happy for her.

"Don't have any worries because she is going to let you be in the shoot. She is just trying to look like a hard ass when she isn't." I said honestly.