Our Secret-A Zerrie Fanfic

Chapter 18

Chapter 18

Hello guys!:) Remember to check out "high" which is my third installment under "my works"!

Disclaimer: if you're the wanted fan, I suggest you do not read this chapter because I don't want to be bashed by you guys. No intention of insulting anyone.

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We were at some award show, honestly, I forgot which one. But then a guy from The Wanted came up and started chatting with me. Max. I think that was what his name was.

I could smell from his breath he was slightly drinking a little too much and I must say the distance between us was making me uncomfortable.

"You're Zayn Malik's chick aren't ya?" His stinky breath reeked of alcohol.

I quickly scanned around the surroundings, looking for someone that could save me. Nada, no one was even looking this way.

"Erm Max right? I think you had a drink too much tonight, I do suggest you back off a little?"

"I'm perfectly sober princess." I shivered when I heard the pet name he called me. I used to think that Princess was a very cute and sweet pet name but now I was plain crept out. My thoughts floated back to Zayn, I've never really believed in telepathy but that was my only hope right now.

"Zayn! Zayn Zayn Zayn oh my gosh come save me please Zayn I'm scared." I screamt so loud in my head I was on the verge of literally screaming it out loud.

My eyes widened when I noticed a familar figure walking towards us. "Wow!" I thought "telepathic thoughts really do work!" I smiled brightly before remembering the situation I was in and the smile wavered off.

Before Zayn could make his way towards us, two of Max's bandmates came over and pulled him away. I think they were called Tom and Jay. They looked at me apologetically before Zayn stepped in front of my line of sight and from behind, I could tell he was definitely not happy at all.

I dared myself to peek over his shoulder and boy did he look mad. "Get him away from her." He ordered through clenched teeth.

"Sorry mate he was just drunk." Jay, the curly haired one tried to explain.

"That's a really pathetic excuse! Hitting on other people's girls, that's really sick and disgusting!" Zayn spat.

"Hey mate! We already said we're sorry, don't you know people lose control of themselves when they're drunk!" The other guy snapped.

"Then don't get him drunk! Also this isn't a pub, we are at a freaking award show! What would have happened if anyone caught sight of that. And, I don't care if anyone is drunk or sober, they do not hit on my girl."

"Getting a little protective now are we?" Tom challenged.

Before the anger could get better of him, I held a firm grip on Zayn's arm, pulling it closer to my chest. "This is an award show buddy, we don't want no fighting here. Think of your bandmates. Violence isn't the way to solve in." I tiptoed and whispered into his ears.

Zayn broke his glare on the three guys and glanced at me, the anger in his eyes dissipating. He wretched his arm off my grasp and stormed off towards where he came from, grabbing my elbow.

I shot Jay an apologetic look and he shot the same one back at me. The moment we were away from the guys, Zayn let go of me and without a word stormed to his table, leaving me standing there speechless.

I decided against starting a scene and headed back towards my own table, noticing the girls were looking at me with questioning glances. "I'll explain to you guys on the way home later." I said without waiting for them to bombard me with questions.

Zayn didn't call or text me that night, and he hasn't replied me when I texted him goodnight.

I had told the girls about my little encounter with Max and they felt that Zayn had every right to be pissed and suggested I let him be. I figured he was still fuming mad so I decided to give him some time to cool off his steam.

When I logged in to twitter the next morning to just drop a casual tweet to the fans, my first reaction was "oh no"

Max had posted a picture of him with Usher at last night's party and Zayn had replied the tweet with a "geek..."

Hoping that things would not get out of hand, I hurriedly texted Zayn. "Don't do anything stupid babe, think before you do things!"

Immediately he replied. "Oh I'm thinking, I definitely am. And what I'm thinking is that no one, no one messes with me or my girl. Or he wouldn't be let off that easily."

His reply has gotten me worried. I could just sensed his anger just by reading his texts "Zayn just don't continue this. Just let it go."

"Never." Was all he said. Simple, but enough to bring across his stance.

I put down my phone on my bed as if to surrender when I heard a knock on my door. "Come in." I said as Jade stepped in with Jesy and Leigh-Ann who had stayed the night.

"Did you see Zayn's tweet Pez?" Jade asked.

"Yeah." I sighed. "And I texted him but I think he's not going to stop. Or he has no intention to."

"You can't really blame him though. It's kind of like a man's pride thing. Plus he's just really protective of you like any boyfriend should be. If he wasnt reacting like this then you should be worried." Jesy stated.

"I know." I replied feeling really exasperated. "It's just that we're not in high school anymore where boys fight for girls and get sent to the Principal's office and just get detention or something. This could end up into something really serious and that's what I'm worried about! He's not thinking clearly! He has his bandmates to think about too! Can you imagine the rivalry bound to exist?" As the words left my mouth I figured it could probably be used to persuade Zayn.

"Think about your bandmates if you aren't thinking for me." I sent.

"First of all, I am thinking for you! Secondly, the boys are clearly supportive of me. Niall, Liam and Harry told me to do what I have to do but they said they wouldn't want to get involved in te rivalry. Louis is totally backing me up all the way. In fact he hasn't really liked the sight of them."

I sighed at my failed attempt. Looks like nothing is going to stop him. "Hey! Max replied Zayn!" Jade announced as she passed us her phone.

"@maxthewanted: @zaynmalik that's right beautiful."

I groaned, this was going to be bad, really really bad. "Since we can't do anything about it," Leigh-Ann suggested "why not we grab popcorn and watch the twitter fight continues?"

"Leigh-Ann!" All three of us girls cried simultaneously as Leigh-Ann put up her hands as if to surrender.

"It was just a suggestion." She mumbled while shrugging.

Just as I was about to ask for more suggestions, my ringtone started blaring. "Hello?" I scooped up my phone and answered.

"Perrie, it's Sam." Our manager replied.

"Hi Sam whaddap?"

"It's about your tonsils Perrie. You mentioned it was getting slightly uncomfortable with it ad that it was in your way?" I kept silent, urging her to continue.

"We'll we can't delay it till next year as who knows what would happen and we can't have your voice damaged. So we have to have the surgery by the end of this year. I've checked your schedule, you guys clear out in two weeks, except a Capital FM performance, other than that we can arrange for the girls to that over your parts. Your operation is in two weeks, is that alright?"

"But I don't wanna miss any performance!" I whined like a kid and that caught the attention of the other girls who gave me curious stares.

"It's either you do it now or you're gonna have the forgot the DNA tour Perrie! Your choice!"

"Alright alright. Two weeks later it is then."

"Oh and Perrie, I've checked with a doctor, you probably won't be able to perform for the whole of December."

"The whole of... WHAT!" I shrieked into my phone.

"Unless you want to permanently damage your voice Perrie it's fine by me."

"But that's missing out on so much!"

"We cannot afford to pull out of performances Perrie, your DNA tour starts early next year and if we pull out it could affect the fanbase. We just have to let the girls go on without you. We've found a doctor for you all you have to do is turn up in two weeks time. I'll text the details."

"Ok."

"That is all. Goodbye Perrie."

"Goodbye Sam."

"What's up with that?" Jesy asked.

"Tonsils." I sighed and threw my phone on the side table, with not much force or I would have to get off the bed and pick my phone up.

"You're finally getting it removed! When?" Jade inquired.

"Two weeks time when our schedule dies out a little. I'll be missing the capital FM performance though." I mumbled disappointedly.



"How are we going to perform without you? How about all your solos? We've got only two weeks to make amendments?" Jade started panicking.

Just as I was about to reassure her that they would pull of the performance, Leigh-Ann's chuckle interrupted our conversation. "What now Leigh-Ann? Why are you laughing to your own phone. Someone lost a screw." I teased.

Leigh-Ann tore her gaze from her phone and glared at me. "Take a look yourself and see who lost a screw." she tossed her phone over and I picked it up. "Who's laughing now! Zayn's being really witty with his comments."

That's when I saw that Zayn had replied to another tweet that Max had posted. It was a picture of himself with the Korean singer, Psy. "Me and Psy getting messy! #geekandproud :)" Alright he definitely added the last part there for the benefit of Zayn. And clearly Zayn would not back down.

"@zaynmalik: @Maxthewanted the first step is acceptance #geekoftheweek"

"@Maxthewanted: @zaynmalik does that mean I'm 'in'?"

"@zaynmalik: @Maxthewanted I'm not sure why your still talking to me mate conversation ended when I called you a geek."

"That was really rude! He started the conversation now he's just stirring up trouble!" I was getting slightly fustrated with Zayn's childish behaviour and his stubborness.

"Check out the next tweet Zayn sent out! It's pretty hilarious." Leigh-Ann instructed me.

I went to his profile and I could not deny that I found it funny. It was true, it was really hilarious. Rude, but funny. "@zaynmalik: @Maxthewanted p.s your display just how's how much of a wannabe you are:)"

That seemed to cracked up the rest of the girls too as they peered over my shoulders and checked out the tweet. "All right all right, that was pretty funny. But he better stop before things get out of control."

I stretched to the side table to grab my phone and return Leigh-Ann hers. "Hey Malik if you dont stop that childish banter right now I'll be really really pissed off and you can say goodbye to spending time together for the next week."

Blackmailing was my last resort, I hoped it worked though, I doubt I would have been able to last a day without appearing on his doorstep against my own threat. Thankfully, he fell victim to me. "Ok ok, I'll stop. Only for you."

"Good, thank you. Love you."

Only half an hour after I had sent that text, Jade had came up to me to inform me that war round two was going on.

I snatched my phone and entered the twitter app. Now, he was being very very disobedient. Tom from The Wanted, the other guy from the other night, had taken part in this argument. Even Louis had stood up to defend Zayn.

"@TomTheWanted: @zaynmalik @maxthewanted I think "1 stripes" got his knickers in a twist bro" 

Alright that was really uncalled for. Louis then came into the conversation. "@Louis_Tomlinson: @Tomthewanted: pipe down bad boy." 

Just then I noticed a new tweet from Tom. He got a the picture of Zayn's cover for their next album with the caption "Bradford Bad Boi" Zayn had really really rudely reply, but it was filled with sass. Also he was indirecting that he knew he was good looking.

"@zaynmalik: @Tomthewanted mate if I had a face like yours my hair would be the last thing I'd worry about :)"

"@zaynmalik: @Tomthewanted @maxthewanted let's not even start discussing vocal ability boys ;) would love to chate gotta run though rehearsals" 

"@Maxthewanted: @zaynmalik enjoy rehearsals. Stay off the bud... It clearly makes u cranky." 

"@zaynmalik: @Maxthewanted Alright chlamydia boy ;)" 

Woah that was totally overboard, calling people names are we now? Didn't he just promise me that he would stop this argument? Now Max was definitely not going to swallow this down. And I was right. 

"@Maxthewanted: @zaynmalik tell me you're problems without the 8 security in NYC. The only problem I have with you is the shit banter. Grow up son." 

"@zaynmalik: @Maxthewanted id f***ing love to, see you in new York big man  ha u clown." 

That's it. Ooh that boy is going to get it from me, trust me.