Rain
“Hey EL!” I laughed, answering my phone that was ringing off the hook. I put it on speaker so the girls could hear and chime in too.
“HE TOLD YOU HE LOVES YOU AND YOU JUST STOOD THERE?!” El squealed.
“They’ve only been dating a month!” Hails responded.
“Plus have you met this girl? She hasn’t ever told anyone that she loves them except her mom!” Becs laughed.
“True. WHY DID HE SAY IT ALREADY!!!” El screamed.
“That’s what I want to know.” I muttered through a mouthful of Ben and Jerry’s Chocolate Therapy.
“He wouldn’t say it unless he meant it.” El pondered. “I’ll talk to him tomorrow.”
“Isn’t it like three in the morning where you are?” Hails said. “Go to sleep, nothing me can do tonight.”
“Yes mum!” El laughed, “Night girls.” El hung up.
“So what do I do? What if he says it again?”
“Then you just tell him that you’re working on it. He should understand. He knows you better than I know you and that’s saying something.” Becs whispered, wrapping her arm around me.
Becs and Hails went to sleep but I stayed up, writing in my journal, trying to sort out my thoughts but ending up with song lyrics that shocked me. I called Simon to set up some time to work on recording it, asking if I could release a single in the middle of our tour. He heard the song and just told me that he wouldn’t mind working on it with me but asked me to hold onto the song, knowing it would just stir up trouble.
“Rain, just keep it to yourself. I’m working against the boys’ management on you girls dating them. Lay low, we need to get you to Europe so that their UK fans can fall in love with you. I don’t want you to go through some of the drama other girls have because they were linked with them.” Simon told me that he would call me later and hung up, leaving me to think things through, nodding off sometime later.
“Wake up, Babe.” Zayn said, shaking my shoulder the next morning.
“I’m sorry.” We both said that the same time. I burst out laughing. “I’m not use to this, you just have to give me time.” I said, leaning into his arms.
“I know. I shouldn’t have pushed it.” Zayn said, squeezing me. “But I do love you. I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life.”
“What do we have today?”
“Everyone else is downstairs hanging out. We’re driving all day. They are apparently staying down there and we’re suppose to stay up here. So what do you want to do?”
“Make out with my boyfriend, cuddle, watch ‘Say Yes to the Dress’ on Netflix, and each junky cereal?” I asked, skipping towards my bunk, grabbing cereal on the way with Zayn eagerly trailing behind me.
“She looks so fat!” Zayn shouted as a bride came out in a skintight dress that did not accentuate her ‘features’.
“I am so not taking you dress shopping with me.” I laughed.
“It’s okay. I’m old fashioned. I don’t want to see my bride in her dress until you are walking down the aisle toward me.” Zayn sighed, kissing me lightly.
“I meant regular dress shopping, but good to know we’re getting married.” I said, stifling the panic that started to rise in me.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to say that. That’s not going to happen for a while. I promise.” Zayn said, smoothing down my hair.
“It’s fine. I don’t want to be too old when I get married anyway. Even though I don’t like my grandma’s idea of getting married young, I still want her to be proud of me.”
“Wait, really?”
“Yea…just give me like a year, maybe two.”
“So how many kids are we having?”
“Two. One of each.” I laughed.
“Perfect…” Zayn trailed off and looked at me like he was trying to read me.
“What?”
“We’re going to Bradford at some point in this tour…My family really wants to meet you…”
“Oh. Well that’s good because my grandma may or may not have read about us and she wants to meet you when we’re in Nashville…She’s questioning religion and saying that’s the problem with the match.” I whispered.
“I never even thought about it. Do you practice anything?”
“I’m catholic because that’s how I was raised, but I don’t necessarily practice it. I know you’re Muslim.”
“Yea. I don’t practice too much. When I’m home I do. My parents will love you either way.”
“It’s my grandma who I’m worried about.” I sighed, leaning into him. “Just don’t get offended if she says something. Her opinion doesn’t change anything.”
“Of course.”
“LOVE BIRDS!” Louis yelled, jumping on top of us.
“Louis!” I wheezed.
“We want food. And Becs said something about Molly and Don meeting us for food.” Louis yelled, still laying on top of us.
“MOLLY AND DON!!!!” I squeaked, pushing Louis off me and tearing through my suitcase to find real clothes, throwing them on and racing down stairs.
“Who are Molly and Don?” Zayn called after me as I danced around waiting for everyone else to finish getting ready.
“A.K.A. Mom and Dad.” Hails laughed.
“Dollie’s parents! Watch yourself Zaynie boy. You’re about to meet Rain’s surrogate daddy.” Becs laughed, pushing the door open and pulling me out with her.
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Rock Me (A Zayn Malik/One Direction Story)
FanfictionZayn Malik has met rock goddess Rain. He slowly works away at her wall and earns her trust, falling in love with her in the process. But can they over come all of the obstacles that come with dating each other?
