Further On (Zayn Malik)

Chapter 42

Chapter 42;

- Flashback -

I smooth out my dress and pick at my stockings every so often sitting here waiting for Zayn. Louis' girlfriend and Liam's girlfriend are coming. That's what Zayn told me, I just forgot their names. Swallowing, I see Zayn coming towards me strolling with his hands in both of his khaki pants pockets. He stands at a distance and nods his chin at me, telling me to come here so I get up almost immediately to see what he needs.

"Yes?" I ask him.

"The girls are here." He mumbles, searching my face.

Please, don't call me ugly.

I nod and look down so he won't get the chance to call me ugly. "Okay."

I cough lowly, covering my mouth then I quickly apologize.

"Let's go." He walks ahead of me and I'm right behind him.

"Wow Zayn, finally decided to come to a sound check and concert with your girl?" Liam teases.

"Shut up," he slaps Liam's stomach with a smile I have never seen on him in so long.

He always has a serious look on his face around me.

"Hello, I'm Eleanor. Do you remember me?"

Kind of, yes.

Then I realize that I'm so used to speaking in my head and I didn't answer her out loud.

"A little, yes. Hello." I say and she frowns but then just smiles.

"I'm sorry I couldn't really hear you,"

I glance quickly at Zayn only to find him glaring death at me.

"Stop mumbling, she can't hear you!" Zayn scowls.

"Hello," I try to speak a little louder. "I kind of remember you. I'm sorry." I swallow.

"No, it's fine." She chuckles and I suddenly just want to leave.

"And i'm Danielle," she hugs me and all of my bruises seem to resurface as she does.

Oh this hurts so bad.

"I-I'm Es-" I stop myself. "Arielle,"

She smiles at me. "We're going to be best friends, I can see it."

Eleanor agrees.

"Yeah, you three just hang out while we do what we do best."

"Act like fools on stage," Niall says, grabbing his guitar.

His red polo shirt looks at little too tight for him. Louis adjusts his suspenders before grabbing a microphone and Liam takes one more look at his plaid shirt and grabs his microphone as well. After, Harry grabs two and gives one microphone to Zayn. Then they all run their way on stage.

It's been a couple of hours or so and its just been completely silent in this room. Too silent for three girls. They have mostly been on their phones I've just been sitting here thinking of whatever it is that I can do to make Zayn like me again and take me out of the basement for good. Maybe I could cook him breakfast and dinner and make him lunch and stop getting on his nerves-

"How long have you known Zayn."

Am I allowed to speak to them? I mean I don't want to be rude. Zayn won't find out. Hopefully.

"Uhm, I have known him for two years now." I nod.

"When did you guys start dating?"

"Uhm last year I think?" I answer.