I thought you loved me *A Larry Stylinson Fanfic*

Chapter 34

CHAPTER 34

*Zayn's POV*

Niall had left to go comfort Louis a few hours ago. Wonder what's wrong with the poor kid? I got a text from Trisha.

‘Hey Zayn :). Wacha up 2 bro? Wanna hang or something? – Trishax:)’

I hadn't heard from Trisha in a while. I was so bored... So I decided to hang with Trisha.

‘TRISHA! HEY GUUUURL! Nothin much... Hanging sounds good. Meet me at the park in 10? – Zayniex;)’

‘Sounds good. C ya there :D. – Trishax:)’

I got dressed quickly, and walked to the park, seeing Trisha already there. She was wearing this; polyvore.com/moustache/set?id=81564212

"Wow Trisha. You're wearing pants. That's a first," I said as I walked behind her. She hadn't noticed me yet, so she jumped and turned around. "ZAYN! DON'T DO THAT!" "Yeah, yeah. Next time, don't ignore me."

We both laughed. Next thing we know, I hear teenage girls screaming.

"... I forgot my disguise, didn't I?" "Yes. Yes you did."

We were quiet for a few seconds before we looked at each other and both shouted "RUN!" Grabbing Trisha's hand, I sprinted off and kept running. "How.. Do... You.. Do this?" Trisha panted, already out of breath. "You get used to it. It's either, get attacked by crazy, teenage animals, or run for your life... You learn fast." I turned and smiled at her, but my smile faded when I saw that there were cameras around.

"Cr*p," I mumbled under my breath. "What is it?" Trisha asked. I looked back again and answered. "Paparazzi."

"Look! An ice-cream store!" "NOT THE TIME TRISHA!" No! I mean, we can hide in there!" "GENIUS! COME ON!" I pulled her faster and we made it to the shop. Running in, we closed the door behind us and leaned against it. "You two ok?" the guy behind the counter asked us.

"Yeah. Teenage girls..." "Oh yeah. You're that guy from One Direction. Zayn or something right? I have a sister..."

I nodded and we all started laughing at nothing... Have I mentioned how 'special' me and Trisha are? Yeah... I could hear the screaming coming closer... The.. counter guy... Must have noticed too. "Do you want me to lock the door and pull the shutters down?" "Yeah. That'd be great...?" "Mitch" "That'd be great Mitch. Thanks."

"Not a problem. Besides, my sister would kill me if I let you be ripped to shreds my psycho fans... Hey, would you mind if I got an autograph or something? She would be SO mad if she knew I met you and didn't get anything for her..." he finished off awkwardly.

"Not a problem. Here." I grabbed a pre-autographed photo of me and the boys from my pocket. Trisha looked at me like I was crazy. "You carry pictures of yourself around with you?" I smiled. "Yeah, I do." As I said it, I pulled out the rest of the photo's had with me. Some of me and all the boys, Some of just me.

"Here Mitch, take as many as you want." "You sure?" "Positive. They're a plenty more where that came from..." "Hey, do you guys want some ice cream?"