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CHAPTER 9: Stop it!

11:30 a.m.

Plymouth Hotel

June 9th, 2013

I entered my room and slammed the door behind me.

I always did this back home when Louis would act like a jerk. I walked to my bed and sat in the middle wanting to cry. I had done nothing wrong.

I went to get breakfast with my brother's bestfriend. Why was he suddenly defensive againts this? I always had lunch with Liam alone, back home and he never complained, not once.

Why was it different now? Louis had never yelled at me like this before and I couldn't help but feel the urge to cry. I heard a soft knock on the door.

"Go away." I said, wanting to be alone. 

"It's me." I heard Zayn say. I sighed, I was just as angry at him for supporting Louis. 

"I don't wanna talk to you." I muttered.

"But I wanna talk to you..." he responded, his voice soft.

I sighed and laid down flat on my stomach, my head burried in my pillow. Maybe if I ignore him, he'll go away.

I heard the door creak open and I cursed myself for not locking it. I kept my head down, refusing to look at him. I felt his warm pressance beside me on the bed, but didn't dare to move.

"I'm sorry." I heard him say. 

I stayed still,"No your not." 

Zayn sighed, "Your acting like a five year old, now look at me."  

I shook my head, "No."

So what if I was acting like a five year old? I didn't wanna look at him. How dare he let Louis yell at me. How dare he tell me 'You could at least told someone'. 

"You're so stuburn." He accused, his accent ringing in my ears. We remained silent for a few seconds before he spoke again, "What do you want from me?" he asked.

"A back massage." I taunted.

I could tell Zayn was smiling when he responded, "Allright, then. Your wish is my command."

I felt his warm hands start cushioning my shoulders and I couldn't help but giggle. I wasn't expecting him to actually give me a massage.

"Are you enjoying this?" he asked, his voice annoyed.

I smiled into my pillow, "Very much, yes."

His hands made their way to the top of my spine and then slowly made there way back down to the middle of my back. 

"Good, can you anwser me one question then?" he asked.

"Sure." I replied, I mean the guy was giving me a free back massage, Surley, I could anwser him a question.

"Are you still mad at me?" he asked, his voice genuinely senceire.

"Ask me when your done." I responded.

Zayn chuckled, his charming laugh filling the room. "Alright, then."

His hands made there way to my lower back and I felt chills at his touch.

"You know, this would be much easier without clothes on." he said, with a mischivious tone.

I finally turned around and rolled my eyes. "I think you're enjoying this more than me. We're finished." 

Zayn smiled, "Whatever you say."

"No." I said.

"No what?" he asked, his eyebrows knitting together.