Diana - Zayn Malik

Chapter Nine

Natalie's POV:

        I leaned against the bathroom sink, running my fingers along the fancy designs engraved into the pearl white surface. I wasn't used to this fancy atmosphere. Nor was I used to having sweet, caring boys around me. I was mostly avoided. I quickly used the bathroom and washed my hands with the Velvet Rose scented hand soap. The divine smell filled my nose as I smiled crookedly. I dried my hands with the plush towel and walked out of the bathroom.

        "No . . ." I heard an upset voice mumur shockingly. I poked my head into the kitchen and eavesdropped.

        "Zayn...?" I whispered his name, waiting for his reply in his soothing accent.

        "...Yea?"

        I walked into the room to see him looking frustrated. Damn, and I thought he was sexy in his normal mood... Erg, Natalie shut the hell up!!! "A-Are you o-okay..?"

        "I'm fine... sorry if I frightened you." He pointed to a small plate with a sandwich lying on it, "There's your sandwich. If you need anything else, just let me know." His lips curved into a weak, fake smile. I smiled, British people say 'sandwich' so cutely...

        "Thank you." I replied. I could tell he didn't want to talk about whatever was making him upset, so I dropped the subject and said nothing. I reached for the plate and pulled it towards myself. Picking up the sandwich, I rose it towards my mouth and nose. The scent filled my nose with delight. Nutella smelt so delicious. I lowered it down to my pink lips and opened my mouth  a bit. I slowly bit into it. I chewed away the awkward silence. The taste of Nutella tingled, people were right. It was delicious. I swallowed the soft, buttered food and felt a lump in my throat slowly slipping down. I made a disgusted, uncomfortable face that Zayn didn't seem to notice. He was busy looking down at his iPhone. Well, he is in a band, so something might be going on. Food was always what I had wanted, for I hadn't gotten it often. What was happening now? Am I having an allergic reaction or something?! I felt odd having this lump in my throat, slowly making it's way down. My stomach churned, I needed to throw up and get this food out of me. But I couldn't throw up in front of Zayn. Or the other boys. Talk about awkward and embarrassing...

        "Zayn! Zaaayyyynnnnn!!!!" The Irish one, Niall I think, squealed and ran into the kitchen. "Let's go to Nando's!!!" I jumped up a bit and looked at Zayn. I looked back at the blondie and noticed that the other three boys joined in on the conversation.

        "What's wrong, mate?" Liam asked.

        "See for yourself." Zayn set his phone onto the marbled table and ran his fingers through his hair in a frustrated motion. He turned to me and bit his lip, "I'm sorry for all this nonsense, Natalie." He apologized and exited the room without saying another word.

        Harry frowned and walked towards the phone sitting on the table. He picked it up, and began reading something. His eyes then widened, "Uh ohhh...." He mumbled.

        "What?!" Louis asked, grabbing the phone from Harry's rather large hands. He gasped, "PERRIE CHEATED ON ZAYN!?" He screamed dramatically.

        "What?! With who!? When!?" Liam asked, rambling on with questions as I stood there confused.

        "Whose Perrie?" I blurted out nervously, and bit my lip. "S-Sorry..." They all looked over at me as I shifted and looked down at my untouched sandwich.

        "Look, she's just as shy as Zayn." Harry smirked.

        Niall shook his head chuckling, "Perrie is Zayn's girlfriend. Well, erm, I don't know what exactly they are now." He blushed and shrugged.

        I nodded and felt my heart break, "She cheated on him?" I croaked.

        "Yeah. Here." Louis threw the phone towards me lightly, as I caught it awkwardly. I blushed and looked down at the phone, it was an article. I began reading the article and felt horrible. Zayn didn't deserve this - He's way too sweet. Even though I just met him. I continued looking at the image of the article: I spotted a gorgeous blonde with long lashes, and a cute blouse on holding hands with a man. I gasped and zoomed into the picture, squinting.

        "What?" Liam asked.

        "I-I know this man..." I ran my fingers down the sides of the iPhone.

        "Who is he?" Niall asked.

        I covered my mouth with my left hand, caressing the phone with the other. I recognized this man anywhere. His brown hair laid down perfectly on his scalp. His grey, mysterious eyes glistened in the frame of the photo.

        "Natalie?" Harry spoke impatiently.

        "That's Ace Mero..."        

        "Okay, so that's all?"

        "He was my first crush. H-He g-got arrested t-though." I bit my lip, "H-He u-used m-me.. N-Now he's gonna use Perrie.."

        "Wait. Ace Mero. That name seems so familiar..." Louis brought up.

        "Oh yeah, he got arrested for  like... sexual assault. I think." Harry said.

        My eyes widened, and tears poured out of them. "T-That w-was m-me..." I whispered. They all looked at me and gasped, "H-He's escaped..." I wiped my eyes. "Now he's back.

        "He's coming for me."