Torment (One Direction Fan Fiction)

The Story So Far

Zayn cracked his eyes open. He felt inexplicably good that morning. His body was relaxed and his head was clear. He hadn’t smoked any weed since Joey had stopped him on the balcony.

Joey. His toes curled. He had no idea what had come over him the previous night, but he was overjoyed it had happened. They had spoken the night away, even cracking open a bottle of red wine. It felt like his own romantic-comedy, and what made it better was that she was anything but romantic. She was flushed cherry red the whole night and he couldn’t stop touching her. Her hand, her arm, her leg, her cheek…

He bit his lip and closed his eyes. It wasn't a good thing that his thoughts on her were so…romantic. For starters, she was so…

Zayn rolled over. Was he falling for her? Was he? Really, truly…madly? He had thought he was in love with Perrie…

He sighed, running a hand over his face. This was all a bit too much for a teenager fresh into manhood. This and the fact that he was a famous pop star made it all the more difficult. What was this all for? He knew Harry and Callie were happy, and he knew the Louis was crazy about Indigo…but what about when he had to tour? What about when they toured? He knew Ms Bitchinson, as Harry had so creatively called her once, would never allow the girls to come with them. What about that?

He pushed himself upright. He was running faster than the camel here; he didn’t know whether he would even get a chance to kiss her, properly, and he was thinking about the future? No, he’d just have to live in the present. And another thing was her brother and her financial state. It was a bit of dire straits.

He didn’t want to give her money or care after her or any of that stuff. He had a feeling, like Callie had done prior; she would reject all of that. As well as that, although he had come off as careless and indifferent, he really was worried about Rey. Not because Rey was his dealer, but because Zayn was a normal human being with feelings. And Rey was in a very precarious state.

That left the other thing that was bugging him; his supposed addiction. One couldn’t get addicted to weed, he knew that. But he also knew he was addicted to the feeling. The other thing was that it wasn't such a huge thing, but if the media got a hold of this dog bone…Jesus, he didn’t want to think about what could happen. He knew his smoking was already frowned upon, but if his weed ‘addiction’ got out…

Zayn himself was in dire straits as well. He wanted to act upon this feeling, this weird twist in his stomach. As corny as it was, he was falling for her. Joey, that is. Her everything. Her grey eyes, the way she brushed her non-existent hair behind hers ears, the way her eyelids blinked two times too many when she was flirting, how, when she cried, her nose became red. She was a bit like Harry, he decided. Like Harry had a child with Callie slash Louis that included some of Indigo’s offish temperament.

“I don’t wanna go there

We should never go there-”

Zayn grabbed his phone off of the bedside table, groaning when he read the caller I.D.

“Really Niall? At this hour of the morning?” He demanded into the receiver. Niall chuckled on the end. “What is it buddy? Had a little too many ‘I’m so lonely, boo hoo me’ drinks last night?”

Zayn grumbled a choice of various insults before addressing Niall again. “Why’d you call?” He grumbled.

“Do you know what ‘at this hour of the morning’ entails?”

“Huh?”

“It’s half nine mate. You’re gonna be late if you don’t get out of bed now.”