Once in a Lifetime (Zayn Malik)

Chapter 16. Alright.

Chapter 16

Mia's POV

It's been two weeks since I have been Zayn's "fiancé/girlfriend". Whatever you call it. I couldn't believe my ears when Zayn said he felt the same about me that night at my apartment. It was the most surreal thing that ever happened to a girl like me.

The day after, Zayn persuaded me to go back with him to London even though I continuously refused his offer, his way of words always got me.

I've gotten to known all the 1D members a little better during this time. Harry continued to be the womanizer that he was. At one point, I thought he even liked me, but I guess that's just the way he was around girls, which is extra friendly. Hopefully one day, he'll settle with a girl that he truly loves.

Louis, who I never met before my entourage with Zayn, stayed true to his goofy reputation. He makes fun of everything, I mean everything. One time, I was sitting in Zayn's kitchen eating my breakfast and he made fun of the way I chewed my food. It was quite humorous but without him, One Direction would probably be the most boring band, quoting Niall.

Speaking of the devil, he was the only blonde of the group. He's quite the charmer. I love how random he was when he plays his guitar out of no where. He told me that if he were Zayn, he would have been even more evil towards me, assuming that I was a crazy obsessive woman.

Liam continued to be the fatherly figure that he was. He was funny in a less noticeable way but Liam was always worried about the other guys. I found him very mature and very honest. Almost a rock for the others to lean on.

And then there was Zayn, who's been acting really weird since we got back in London. We didn't go in public yet because Zayn wasn't ready. He claimed he was reluctant to push me out there into a world of fame and no moment of privacy but I knew he was hiding something.

For the past week, he's been evading my presence every time I went into a room. He acted like he was too cool about things and mentioned something else when I brought up "us". If there even was an us...

Zayn told me he liked me. I still couldn't believe it. We haven't kissed since that one day on the bus to my disappointment. But every time I thought about kissing Zayn, I felt a sense of guilt grow inside me. It was mostly because of Perrie because how could I be such a backstabbing bitch and kiss her fiancé. I still haven't heard from her, and I completely understand that she's angry with me, but it wasn't even a real kiss. It wasn't even a real kiss.

This situation was getting complicated fast. Every time I thought about running back home, I go back to how I did it the first time and how it was a major failure.

"Mia?...Mia?"

I realized that I had zoned out of the movie we were watching Freedom Writers, for the fifteenth time since I've been here.

"Hm?"

"You zoned out again, didn't you?" Zayn asked playfully.

"Noo..." I responded. He arched his brow and knew I was guilty of it. I smiled at him. "I love the storyline and the message, but I cannot watch it twenty times in a matter of two weeks, Zayn. I'm going crazy being cooped up in here."

"I guess that's understandable." Zayn flashed a smile.

His smile was something I was getting used to. The way it was kind of crooked at the end, the way his tongue hid behind his teeth, made my heart skip a beat.

But I shouldn't get used to it. He didn't belong to me. Even though he confessed his feelings, this past week, I was sensing he wasn't entirely sincere.