These Broken Down Walls (Zemi)

Chapter 2

Demi's POV

I walk over to Zayn not sure of what his reaction would be. 

'uh... Zayn' I say actually kind of scared. He doesn't anwser. He probably won't want to talk about it. Heck, I don't even know him. I take a risk and decide to ask him, I have too. 

"Wanna talk about it?" I ask hesitantly. He doesn't anwser. Well he didn't say he didn't want too...

"You can trust me... I just wanna know" I say. I am now sitting down next to him on the bench. I put my hand on my back and he flinches. I quickly pull my small hand away. 

"No, it's fine." I hear him say in a very tiny voice. Well atleast he said something. 

He sits up and wipes his face. He closes his eyes trying to hold back more tears, which breaks me inside.  

"It's just..." I hear him say and stop. I look into his small pupils. 

"It's okay, tell me Zayn." I used his name hoping it would calm him down a little. He sure is more calm than when he stormed out. 

"I can't do anything without being yelled at anymore, since joining the band. I'm constantly being reminded to act perfect. And the reality is... I'm not that perfect Zayn everyone makes me out to be. I'm actually not shy like the fans think, it's all an act. It just really gets on my nerves. I can't even look at a girl before management is yelling over my shoulder. That's how everything went down the drain with Perrie. Every time I try to get over her, management reminds me of something and I burst. This is all getting way to much." He says all in one breathe and I don't know how to react. 

I just keep rubbing his back, because if I'm honest with myself... I don't know how this whole boy band thing works. I mean I have a publiscist, but it's not as bad as Zayn is describing to me right now. 

"Wow...uh-...I-... I don't know what to say. That sounds pretty bad." I say. 

"Yea, tell me about it." He says trying to lighten the mood. 

"See, I don't really now how this works. Yea, I have been in the industry longer, but your management... they seem so... so..."

"Harsh." he finishes my sentence. 

"Yea I guess." I reply unsure of how he will react. 

"See they all make us out to be something we aren't. Harry the ladies man, Niall the boy who doesn't have a girl, Louis the one who has Eleanor, Liam who has Danielle, and I was Zayn, the one with the perfect relationship, although it wasn't. Now that I broke up with Perrie, management has been getting so mad at me. I mean I am not going to be with a girl just to please management. Maybe Harry, but not me." He says in a harsh tone. 

"I- I- I don't know what to say" I really don't. 

"It's fine, management is a bunch of fucked up people anyway" he says so nonchantley and I can't help but take in his harsh way of words. 

Well this is awkward, I have no clue what to say...

"Wanna try and go back inside?" I say trying to lighten up the mood atleast a little bit.

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"uhh... I would rather go back to the hotel. Wanna come? It's only 7" he says with a little excitement in his voice. I couldn't turn him down. 

"Uh... sure let me just go tell my bodygaurd." I say and walk inside to find Max.

"Oh hey Max." I say.

"Yea," He says in his unmistakable Australian accent.

"I'm gonna go to Zayn's hotel for a while, he needs someone" I say unsure of how Max will react. 

"Uh thats fine, be careful, want me to drive you?" He asks.

"No, we will take Zayn's car" I say. 

I begin to pad back outside when I hear Max.

"Be careful with the paps will ya" he says. 

"Of course" I say kind of annoyed. I honestly don't care if a story gets out. I am just being friendly with Zayn. 

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"Okay, we can go now" I say to Zayn once I am outside in the moist Los Angelos air. 

"Great" He says and actually has a real smile on his face. 

We go around the back hoping to avoid any paps, they can make this, as in us hanging out, into anything. 

Zayn grabs my arms lightly and pulls me down to duck, so the paps don't see us.

"That bad huh?" I whisper. 

"No, you don't understand, I'm in One Direction" He says trying to brag. 

"Oh whatever" I say and playfully slap him on the arm. 

We finally reach his black SUV with his driver already waiting to drive off. 

"Hotel please" Zayn says as we buckle up. This could get awkward. Zayn turn on the radio, and what do ya know, What Makes You Beautiful is on. 

"Ugh. This song again" He groans and changes the channel. 

"What?" I say confused. 

"We sing it so much, do you never get sick of your own songs" He says in a quite harsh tone. 

"umm... not really" I say not lying. I really don't ever get sick of my songs. 

"Oh, well I  do. It's always on the radio, and we have to constantly sing it. I can't wait until we have a new single" He says looking out the window. 

Once we get to the hotel, his driver opens the door for me and I hop out and run inside as soon as I realize there are paps. Luckily the did not get me and Zayn going in together. 

We quickly rush up to his room and he opens the door. It's a Suite. Of course, he shares it with the other boys. He goes over and turns on the air conditon. 

"So, what do ya wanna do?" He asks not sure of what to do. 

"Not sure, just hang out, I guess" I say. 

"okay" he says and walks over to the couch, me following him. 

We sit down quite far away from each other, there sure is tension here. 

"So any new projects coming up?" He asks showing full interest. 

"uhh... just working on my 4th album.. and X Factor of course... I plan on having a book next year in November, and yea, just whatever comes up." I say with a smile. 

"Wow, thats a lot. I have no clue. We are working on our 3rd album, and it's coming along. Much different, but good" He says with a girl across his face. 

I find myself staring at him and quickly look away. 

"Should we watch some TV?" He asks and picks up the remote.