Living life .. A Zayn malik fan fiction

Puppeteers

There's a knock on the door about ten minutes later so Zayn leaves me down gently onto the pillow .

It's a paramedic .
"Oh hi ,come In " Zayn answers and I sit up on the bed .
"We heard you got a bad bump to the head , we will just take a look " the paramedic says sitting on the edge of the bed beside me .

"Iv had worse I'm fine " I reply and Zayn sighs heavily .
"It's just a cut it should be fine il just wrap it up for you and give you a couple of pain killers " he explains as he washes the wound .

I flinch as the cold swap tears against it .
"Any dizziness ?" he asks
"No not at all , just a headache " I reply watching Zayn pacing back and fourth the room .

"These tablets just help so just rest up it should be fine . You call reception if you need me and il be straight over " he replies standing up from the bed and gathering up his bits from the bed.

"Thank you " Zayn says walking him out .
I wave him off before laying back down onto the bed.
Zayn walks towards me and removes my shoes .
"Want me to help you get changed " he asks and I lift my self shaking my head.

"Il be fine " I reply grabbing some night wear from the suitcase .
I change quickly in front of him as he watches me closely and intently .
"Will you come lay with me for a bit ?" I ask crawling back down onto the bed. He's next to me in a flash cradling me in his arms .

This is not how I expected my first night in New York would go ...

I awake fresher . The bed is empty but I hear voices in the foyer .
My headache has eased but my forehead is tender .
I grab my dressing gown and go to the bathroom .
I look like a mess , my hair is Matted so I tye it up real quick into a bun .
I brush my teeth while I examine the hideous plaster that's taken over my entire forehead .
Fucken thing better not scar !

I grab a pair of my leggings and a T-shirt from Zayn's case to put on .
I can smell him on the t-shirt .
Does this boy wash his clothes in Hugo boss ?
But it's comforting .

I open the bedroom door and suddenly all eyes are on me .
"Hey " Zayn says reaching out towards me . He wraps me in his arms and kisses my cheek .
"Hi " I reply looking around at my surroundings .
The boys are here along with a few members of the team .
El hands me a coffee and I mouth a thank you to her .
"How you feeling " Harry asks while Zayn sits me on the sofa next to him .
"I'm good thank you " I reply blowing my coffee .
One of the publicist Darren throws a newspaper in front of me and the whole story is there in black and white.

"What are we going to do ? , This is everywhere . Zayn your outburst , the bump on the head . We need to do or say something . Girlfriends shouldn't be in the scene , ye should of taken a back route or something . This story is taking over the reason the boys are here . What are you going to do ?" He asks
"With all due respect Darren ..." Paul begins but Darren holds up his hand to stop him whilst keeping his eyes firmly set on me .
I shrug my shoulders.
"You do what you want to do , I'm doing nothing .. " I reply sheepishly
I'm not in the mood for this shit this morning .

"We need to do something it's everywhere . It's more popular than the Madison square garden gig . We need to get it out then brush it away " he snaps pacing the room .
I'm mad now !
Every god damn little thing that goes on with 1D is ran thru him And it annoys me . I would hate if i was treated like that .
Sometimes I feel like they treat Zayn and the boys like a bloody robots .
Date her ! Say that ! Do this ! ...

"Your telling me that somebody hit me and your afraid that I'm taking away publicity from the boys ? Are you trying to have a laugh ?" I spit out .
Everybody is shocked at our bursts with each other .
Why won't anybody speak up for me ? There all thinking it ..