Hello! It's like 12 AM right now and I have school tomorrow, but I have to keep my promise to update ASAP for you guys! :) I'm also writing on my phone, so excuse the typos :) enjoy!
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ZAYN'S POV
I wake up, my back sore my the bed.
I realize the phone held up to my ear.
Shit I feel asleep last night. Talking to Demi.
I feel like an asshole, until I read a text from her reassuring I wasn't one.
I get up to check the time, 9 AM. Wow, this is quite early for me.
I open the door from my room, to see what the boys are doing.
All of them are already dressed and ready.
They know I take a long time, yet still don't wake me. URGH.
"What time do we need to leave?" I ask them not greeting with a goodmorning.
"Um, 2 hours" I hear Louis reply.
I nod and walk to the bathroom. I have more than enough time, although I so don't fell like performing today.
Perrie on my mind, along with Demi. What the fuck.
"Hey" I hear Niall from behind me.
My mouth is currently filled with toothpaste, so I can't exactly reply.
I nod and spit the toothpaste into the sink watching it swirl down the drain.
"Hey" I say wiping my face off.
"Is there something you wanna tell me?" he asks.
Fuck. Fucking Harry. Always telling my damn business.
"No" I say with confidence in my voice.
"Mhm okay." I hear him say. He isn't leaving until he gets an anwser.
"Okay fine" I give in.
He looks at me waiting for a reply.
"I'm become friends with Demi." I say.
He looks at me with this 'how could you so this' face.
"Wait?" I ask. "Were just friends, and she's actually really nice" I say.
"Whatever man" Niall huffs and storms out of the bathroom.
Demi's POV
I'm not exactly doing anything, except watching the Voice tonight to see Zayn.
ATLeast he will be on my TV.
*hey* I text him. I'm extremely bored, to the point where I'm picking at my dull fingernails.
Seconds later I get a response.
*hey, we need to talk*
What? What could we possibly have to talk about?
*okay... Tonight when you get back?*
*yea* his short text responses worrying me.
The day goes by so quickly and I can't seem to get my mind of Zayn.
That ducking text is all I think about.
I need to get my mind of this so I go on Twitter.
I quickly open the app and scroll to my news feed.
Zayn at the top.
*The Voice tonight. Gonna be sick !*
I smile at his cute tweets.
I decide to tweet something, I don't know. I just love interacting with my fans. And watching them freak out, of course.
*Hi beautiful people!!* I tweet and wait for some responses.
*What no, you're the beautiful one*
*youre the cutest thing ever*
*OWOSUSJWLWI*
*i love you*
*ily*
*you make me happy :)*
I'll reply to some.
* 😊💗 RT @lovemoneydemii I think you're the cutest thing ever*
*Nah, it's you RT @lovveedemi I think you're the beautiful one here*
Before I know it, I'm stalking Zayn's account. What the fuck am I doing.
It's nearing performance time, and I want to see his appearance.
I turn on my TV and they are just announcing. Good timing.
I see them appear on the screen starting to sing Kiss You. It kind of makes me blush remembering Zayn the other night.
His solo comes up, and there is something sad in his eyes. I can't grip on what it is.
I get my phone and text him for when it ends.
*get here ASAP. please* I text satisfied.
Once the commercial break starts, I get an immediate text back.
*omw* he texts and I start feeling anxious.
What could this be? What is so important. We've been friends for like 1 week and 2 days. I don't get it.
I'm pacing back and forth when I hear a knock at the door. I quickly pad to the door and open it.
"Hey" he says. Pain evident in his voice.
"Sit down" I say to him walking over to the couch.
"So..." I say eager to find out what's wrong.
"Uh-um." He says hesitantly.
"Say it." I say looking him in the eyes.
"Well it's Harry and Niall" he says and automatically feel guilt building up inside my veins.
"What about them?" I ask.
"Well Harry keeps fucking teasing me for talking to you, and Niall, well Niall is getting all pissed because were friends."
"What is with Niall" I ask.
"I don't know, he just always had this little crush on you. It was never anything major and now he is pissed off at me for talking to you"
"Wow, and Harry?" I ask eager to find out.
"He just keeps teasing me, because you're not like the girls I hang out with. He keeps saying 'wow you're actually talking to her' and I always feel the need to defend you towards them. Then this morning fucking Niall has the decency to huff and puff at me for being friends with you and-"
"Hey" I say sincerely and put my hand on his. He immediately freezes.
"Don't get worked up about this. They shouldn't have a say in who you are friends with. If you like talking to me, and my company, why have them change that?" I say.
"You're right. I feel stupid for even telling you this." He says and his cheeks flush in embarrassment. He quickly jumps up.
"No Zayn, it's fine. You have to tell someone, and I want you to know that you can trust me." I say meaning every word.
He looks back, smiles, and walks out the door.
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These Broken Down Walls (Zemi)
FanfictionDemi Lovato. Zayn Malik. They both have musical careers and they are both trying to get over ex lovers. What could stand in their way of actually being together? More than you would expect. *****BOOK COVER CREDIT TO @olaywahle GO CHECK HER OUT...
