Different Sides Of Us (Sequel to Hired For Malik)

Chapter Ten

**I hope you guys don't mind but I'm going to be doing this story in different points of view. But it will only be Zayn's and Lindsay's! I hope you still will enjoy reading this!**

Zayn's Point Of View

As we were walking down the stairs, being too lazy to wait for an elevator, I kept recieving stares from Liam. It made me squirm under my clothes, and I kept my head ducked down in the hotel and once we were  outside. Paps flooded us, but thankfully Paul and a few other body guards were there to push everyone back to give us a path to make to our vechile. 

Strapping my seat belt on just as I was constructed to do so, the rest of the boys filed in. Liam, of course, sat to my left while the other three took the very back. Paul soon put the car into movement and we started heading back to the hotel we were currently staying at. It was silent, so silent you could probably hear a pin drop.

"What is wrong with you?" Liam spoke angrily.

Well, so much for silence.

Scratching the back of my head, I tried to pretend nothing happened,"What are you even talking about?"

Harry's laugh soon filled the air. This was going to be a long car ride,"Don't you even, Zayn. You were so rude to her! All she was trying to be was nice and you treated her like dirt!"

Rolling my eyes, I looked out of the window,"You don't understand. I tried to talk to her but she wasn't giving me the time of day."

Liam huffed out a breath of air,"Good, you don't deserve it."

Louis and Niall remained quiet, and I knew they had no desire to be apart of this discussion. Who was I kidding, neither did I. My phone buzzed, and clicking it open, I sighed. Another text message from Perrie. Who else would it be?

I loved Perrie, with my heart and soul, and I'd do anything for her. But it wasn't exactly my choice to immediately start dating her right after Lindsay left. I was still heart broken from the break up. But it doesn't matter anymore. The past was the past. I'm dating someone and Lindsay's currently married, or getting married I should say. Though she seems generally happy with her life, just like she should be, for some reason I wasn't.

Perrie reminded me too much of the things she did in our past relationships. For one, I know that she actually has feelings for me this time and it isn't some sort of sick twisted joke. But even if our feelings are real, doesn't mean we have total control over what we do. Our managements keep a close eye on us, seeing where we go and who we go with. We have to be together at least twice a month, because that's all the time we actually have to see each other.

Louis, clearing his throat, spoke up breaking me away from my thoughts,"It was nice seeing how Lindsay was. It's been forever since we've last saw her." 

The last time I saw her was at the airport that day of her departure. I've seen her face on a few magazines here and there, maybe a few interviews broad casted on the telly.  But seeing her in person brought back so many memories, that it was too hard to speak to her; let alone look at her. I was afraid that if we became friends again, that feelings would spur up all over again. Maybe I was over thinking this. Though now it didn't matter. She wasn't going to give me a second chance.

"Hey, Lindsay and I are going to a broadway show next Wednesday. All of us should come with her." Everyone seemed to agree, except for me. I just remained silent. The boys, my best mates, made me feel bad enough for what I did. I was probably done talking for the rest of the night. 

The car slowly  came to a stop, and I was the first one out of the car; ignoring the protests from Paul. Screaming girls were everywhere, crowded my every direction making it impossible to move. Some started clawing at my shirt, a bit of the material already ripping off. Panic flashed through my veins as I looked for the other boys, but only to see a body guard or two trying to reach me.