Bullied or Loved. (Zayn Malik)

/Chapter Fifteen\

(A/N: Can you believe we are on Chapter 15 already?? Omg. Lool , but thanks to the people who read and vote ( Ya'll are my favs :3) ! I'm going to start another book, it's gonna be called 'Lets Play Make Believe' but I'm not 100% sure yet on it :/ Anyway, here you go!!! LOVE YOU XOXOXOXO)

Kayla's POV:

Phew! Thank god thats over! Not that I don't enjoy singing and performing, I get nervous and when I get nervous, I tend to shake a little...

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Ariana and I are currently in my hotel room trying to read these instruction for a wooden chair. And the instructions are in Russian! 

'Can you read Russian?' Ari asked me with a confused face. 'Nope. Not one bit' I respond. 

*Knock, knock*

'ONE SEC!' I yell at the door as I pick my self up and carry myself towards the door. Who could that be? 

I look through the peephole to see a black quiff. 

Oh, its Zayn.

I pulled the hem of my shirt down and flatten it with my hand, dusting it off. I fix my hair quickly and put some of the strands of my hair behind my ear before opening the door.

'Oh hi Zayn..' I say awkwardly. 'Hi' he said and gave me one of his heart warming smiles. Oh god... 'So what brings you here?' I ask crossing my arms. 'Well...Perrie wanted a girl to you know...be around for the 'wedding' arrangements and she asked me to pick someone, so I pick you,' he said and poked me in the stomach playfully. 

I couldn't help but giggle. He's so sweet, but why'd he give me mix feelings? Whatever. 

I think for a moment. 

'Dosen't Perrie, you know, hate me' I say with a straight face. He looks at the carpeted floor and scratches his neck as he smiles to himself, reveling his gorgeous smile again. 

'She dosen't exactly 'hate' you.' Zayn says as he qoutes 'hate' with his fingers. 

I smiled at myself and sigh a small sigh. 'Sure.' I say running my hands through my brown hair. 'So you'll do it?!' he chirps excidedly. 'Yes.' I say smiling at him. 'Yay! Thank you so much!' he says and pulls me into a hug. 

I sigh. 

My heart is starting to beat again. 

I close my eyes and hold him tight. 

I feel his fingers go up my shirt 1 inch. 

He brings me closer, pushing myself closer to his hard chest.

I gently squeeze the back of his hair. 

I inhale is deep, strong cologne. 

I start to pull away slowly, I don't want to, but I have to. 

'Well uh...when do I start helping?' I ask. 'Tomorrow?' he says. I nod. 'Sure' 

He smiles once more and goes back to his hotel room. 

As I close the door, Ariana shows up behind me. 

We can read each others mind, through our eyes. 

She opens her arms wide. 

Even though he broke my heart, I still got his back. I got him. They say if you love something, or in this case someone, let it go. I truly have fallen' deeply in love with him. But if he's happy, I'm happy. Tears start welling up in my eyes.

I run to her and dig my face into her neck. 

'I am helping him get married' I sob into her shoulder. 

Theres only so much a heart can take, and my heart has suffered enough.

I am helping Zayn Malik marry Perrie Edwards.