Diana - Zayn Malik

Chapter Seven

Natalie's POV:

        I could trust them... right? I mean, they did save me from father... "A beautiful name for a beautiful woman." Harry smirked, bringing me away from my thoughts. When did he get back? Zayn elbowed him in the rib cage in annoyance. I blushed, and looked down. Wait.. What the heck am I doing in a boy's clothing?!

        "Sorry about Harry. He's a cheeky lad." Liam said.

        Niall looked over, noticing that I was looking down,  and opened his mouth, "Your in Zayn's clothes because we brang you here, and brought a doctor to  see if you were... uhm, alive..?" He said, answering the question I had asked in my mind. 

        "Your clothes were soaking wet, and the doctor said you would get hypothermia if you didn't change clothes." Louis said, finally being calm. "Zaynie here was the one who offered up his clothes for you." He smirked, and wiggled his eyebrows.

        I looked over at Zayn, to my surprise he was staring at me. Not like a creep smile, it was... cute. "Thank you..."  I said quietly. He nodded as Harry cleared his throat.

        "Weeelll... anyways. How are you feeling?" Harry said. Cheeky, cheeky boy...

        "I'm doing better... I guess..." I mumbled the last part.

         "Great! Well, we should get you something to eat." Zayn said, smiling cutely.

        "YES! FOOD!" Niall yelled. He grinned, and began to dance in place.

        "Uhh, somebody is hungry..." I winced, and laughed silently. 

        "He's always hungry!" Louis said. "RACE YOU TO THE KITCHEN, NIALL!" He stormed past me, and ran down the hallway squealing like a little girl. 

        A phone rang, and Harry groaned. "Not management again..." He grumbled, furrowing his eyebrows together, frowning. "I'll be right back..."

        "Anyways, what do  you want to eat?" Zayn asked.

        A phone buzzed, and Liam checked his pockets, pulling out a shiny iPhone. "Oh! It's Danielle!!" He smiled like a puppy, leaving the room.

        "Uh, well... what would you like to eat?" Zayn asked, shyly. "Erm, I can grab you anything."

        My eyes lit up. "Oh, no. That's fine. I can get something. You don't have to do anything like that for me." I got up, and set my foot on the marble flooring, shivering at its coolness. I had no socks on my feet. They were bare.

        "Are you sure?" He asked. I nodded and smiled. "Alrighty then." He noticed me shivering, and rushed over to my side. He held my hand in his, guiding me towards the exit. Butterflies flew around in my stomach. I blushed as he held my hand.

        "The place is fairly large, so don't get lost." He chuckled.

        "Yeah sure, its not like its a huge mansion or-" I froze, my mouth dropped. The walls were made out of glass, showing a gorgeous scenery of a large beach. There must have been billions of rooms in this house. "Y-You.. Live.." I gasped. "Here!?"

        He shrugged. "It's just a temporary house for when me and the lads go touring." He chuckled at me. Ugh, I must look horrible. "C'mon, let's get you something to eat." He smiled.