DNA (Zayn Malik) fanfiction

Chapter 4

(AN: I woke up early just to write this for you guys. Surprise!! You don't have to wait three days.)

I immediately start packing up my clothes, packing everything I need for the trip. America! We are going to America. That means I get to see Jade.

I head into Zayns car smiling sheepishly. I feel his gaze on mine. I roll my eyes. "Can we go." I whine. He starts up the car driving off onto the road. I turn up the music, but this time, I put it up louder than usual., singing out loud. I was surprised that I actually acted this. It's like I cracked open my shell and I love it. I love this feeling, just being happy. This first is the time in a long time I have felt happy and was able to get loose. I just hope this doesn't end. I shake the thoughts out of my head when I see the hotel. I jumped up and down in my seat, eager to get out as I take off my seat belt. I step out of the car with Zayn and I immediately grab his hand, dragging him inside the hotel, like a little kid. When we reach the elevator, it's silent. The awkwardness was very overwhelming. "Thank you so so so so much Zayn. I don't know how I can thank you enough." I say trying to make conversation. I did mean it though. There was no way on earth I could. It wasn't like I could the same thing he did for me. He's already famous.

"That's what friends are for, right." I flinch at his words. He said friends. It hurt to know that that's what he wanted or thought that. I know I said it first, but I figured he was trying to win me. I wake out of my thoughts when I see the elevator open.

"Oh, right." He tries to grab my hand and immediately grab my suitcase and head for the door, trying to avoid eye contact. If we're just friends than I don't want him to hold my hand. Anytime he does, I feel butterflies in my stomach. If we are only friends, I don't want to feel that way or for him to have that effect. Why did I think he liked me. How could i've been so stupid. You know what, I don't care. I'm now a celeb and I'm going to have one heck of a time being one. I feel his presence behind me. He slipped the key through the door and his arm brushed against my skin. There it is again. I tense up, slightly moving away as he opens the door. I walk in hearing bickering in the kitchen. It suddenly stopped when they heard Zayn close the door. Niall had a pancake in his hand and I couldn't help but smile. It was so cute. He's like a kid in a nineteen year olds body. He smiles brightly walking towards me to pull me in for a hug. I embrace than let go and grab one of the pancakes off the plate. I slowly tear the pancake piece by piece, putting if in my mouth. "Can't you guys use a plate." Harry yells. Niall and I both laugh at him. "You guys are too much.'' He sighs.

"So have you heard on the radio yet." Niall says, plopping down on the couch.

"Oh my gosh, I forgot." I say rubbing my hands through my hair in frustration. Static comes from the kitchen. I turn to see Louis turn up the radio. How come I didn't see that when I walled in. Uugghh!!! Food and Zayn always distract me, these days.

I hear the radio host on the radio. "Now this song is called chains of cries, by Emma Grace. Enjoy! Niall and I smile sheepishly at each other. We start dancing to the song, or as I should say my song and we all start singing. I can't believe my songs on the radio. This is unbelievable. Even Zayn was dancing. It's not like expected to see him sitting down or anything, but I didn't expect to actually dance and he was actually okay. This is all i've ever dreamed of. My song is on the radio!!! The song ends sadly. We all sit down exhausted from all the dancing.

"Your song is awesome." Niall says getting a glass of water. "I can't wait until the tour on Friday."

"Me too!" I smile.

(AN: Again, I'm using my dads iPhone so there won't be any italics :-(.)

'Friday'

We head on to the plane and there are paparazzi every where. Niall said it helps when you wear glasses. It actually does and I'm glad. The lights are irritating to the eyes. There screaming girls calling out. Sometimes I laugh at what they say. They can kinda be perverted. They would say, "Louis I love your bum", or, "Harry let me kiss your dimples." I would kinda get jealous when they would say something about Zayn. Anytime the Paparazzi ask questions about what I'm doing or how is it being with one direction, I would ignore them. It almost got outta hand when one of them came to close and accidentally punched me in the stomach with there camera. Niall held me to his chest while my head rested on his neck. I couldn't help but think if Zayn was jealous. He would always turn around when he saw Niall holding me or would tense up when me and Niall would start laughing at stupid things. If he wants to be friends then we're going to be friends. I'm not going to get hurt.

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I stand in the mirror, staring at myself. I hear the screaming fans outside, which makes me more nervous than I was before. Our manager and other people backstage are screaming back and forth. I just want to go on stage and get this over with. I have been rehearsing for the past few weeks trying to learn some of our songs and trying to learn my own all at once.

I leave the bathroom and head to my position. Niall was fixing his mike, Zayn was practicing his high notes, Harry was fixing his hair, Louis was being Louis and Liam was getting everything organized. I let out a big breath, not knowing I was holding in one. "Don't worry you'll be great." I recognize the voice next to me knowing it was Zayn. I relaxed a bit and we finally ended up on the stage.

The lights were bright and I couldn't see anyone in the crowd. They were all chanting, "One Direction". The music started playing and I found myself singing along to Rock Me. Our manager said that I can sing in the songs, or harmonize. I was actually more relaxed than I thought I would be. This is what I always wanted. I honestly, shouldn't be nervous. I started walking around the stage singing. Niall was smiling brightly at me. He wrapped his arms around me and we were both singing. Zayn rolled his eyes at us. Yep. He is so jealous. I'm glad though. Niall is like my brother though. I don't feel anything more than friends. I'm pretty sure Niall feels the same way. I would tell Zayn, but it's actually fun seeing him jealous.

I had a great time. All the fans were great. After a while I wasn't that nervous. This is now my life and I can't believe. Zayn did this for me. The guys are great. Everything's great.

(AN: Again, i know it's short. But I have to get started on my chores. Sorry for any mistakes. Today will be my last day in Florida before we go on our vacay for a couple of days. Luv ya!!!)