When Samantha James becomes One Direction's personal assistant, she gets more than she bargains for. Falling for Harry Styles is one of them. But things aren't always easy or beautiful, because Sam has secrets--dark ones, and she'll do anything to h...
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"Listen to me. No, you—Perrie. Perrie. You think this is my fault?" Zayn's voice could be heard inside his room. The lads and I were outside his door. We were coming to get him so we could head to the venue. We were in Thailand now, and the traffic and fans outside were already intense. We needed to get going. "Well fucking fine then! If that's how you really feel... What? Oh, really?... Whatever. I don't even care anymore."
We heard him curse to himself and knew the call had ended. Stepping away from the door, Liam stepped forward and knocked. Zayn opened it a second later, his expression neutral. "Let's go." Silently, we all headed down the hallway. No one brought up his conversation, but I felt that he knew we were there the entire time.
Sam and Vivian were in the lobby of the hotel waiting for us. As Zayn approached, Sam started to say, "Hey, Zayn. Anything I can—,"
I shook my head at her and she stopped, frowning. Zayn walked right past everyone and through the doors. Fans screamed his name and security struggled to keep up with him as he made his way into the van. "This is bad," Louis muttered under his breath. We all nodded and followed him out, Sam trailing behind.
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While on stage, Zayn wasn't as energetic as usual. He sang his parts when need be, but for the most part he stayed back. The boys and I eyed each other all throughout the show. We knew that Perrie and Zayn's relationship was rocky before, but no one had ever heard them fight like that.
Afterwards, he suggested we all go out. "Thailand's got some of the best clubs. Let's go."
We all looked at each other. Tomorrow would be a slow day for us, mostly sightseeing since we wouldn't have to be in Hong Kong for another day. "Sure. I'm up for it," Niall replied. The rest of us shrugged and then it was determined: we were going out.
I dressed in a simple white tee and black jeans. Sam opted for casual as well, with a black sundress and sandals. I smiled when I saw her emerge from the bathroom, but she was frowning. "What's wrong?" I asked.
She sighed. "I'm worried about Zayn. He's so calm and collected, it's scary."
"You don't know Zayn like I do. He'll be okay," I reassured her. I only hoped.
Sam shrugged and leaned up, giving me a quick kiss. "Don't get too wasted tonight," she ordered.
Smirking, I leaned in close to her. "Why, are you going to take advantage of me again?"
She scoffed and playfully slapped me across the chest. "Rude! You were the one who was practically ripping my clothes off."
