Save Me (One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter Eight

Zayn Point Of View

I swallowed hard as I looked nervously back at Harry's suitcase. He had his stuff in my bag because believe it or not we were the ones who had packed the least. "ZAYN ZAYN!" I kept my head down, trying to move quickly through the massive crowd. Suddenly I felt more weight on my bag and I spun around, seeing a few girls grab at the bottom of it. I immediately panicked and tried to pull it but you wouldn't believe how strong some teenage girls are. "Here." One of our body guards Matt reached down and picked up the bag, throwing it roughly over his shoulder making me wince. "Calm down Malik, your hair products will be fine." I didn't reply I just hurried after him until we were safely inside the tour bus. Matt threw the bag onto my bed and I flinched, my mind going to Sandy. "Thanks Matt." I forced a smile, resisting the urge to run over and check if Sandy was okay. "No problem, you okay Zayn? You look a little troubled." Matt frowned and I knew that my stress about Sandy must've been showing, after all she was one of my best mate's cousins. "Fine. Perfectly fine." I grinned widely as the other boys walked in and Matt nodded. "Need anything and we're just a phone call away." I nodded and watched impatiently as Matt and the other bodyguards left the bus.

As soon as the door was closed I scrambled over to my bed, fumbling with the zip on the bag which made me even more anxious. Finally I got the bag unzipped and lifted it up. "Sandy?" She sat up, groaning softly as she trailed her slender fingers through her beautiful blonde hair. "Bumpy ride." She smiled over at me and I let out a sigh of relief, returning her smile. "I find it funny how the day we stuff a girl into a bag, Zayn's the only one who gets jumped. You gave all of us a heart attack!" We all laughed softly but stopped when Sandy suddenly screamed. "What?! Sandy what is it?!" We all looked over at her, nervous and frantic, but when she held up a pair of Harry's Calvin Clein boxers we all struggled to hold back our laughter. "It's not funny! These were in there the whole time! Grotty Harry!" Sandy threw them at Harry, we all ducked so they wouldn't hit us whilst laughing like crazy.

Around ten minutes into the drive, it was just Sandy and I left in the bedroom area. She was helping me pack my stuff back into my suitcase. "I'm sorry for making you move everything around, it's probably just adding to the stress of being in the biggest boy band in the world." She laughed softly at the end, looking at me with her crystal blue eyes. At her words I merely shrugged, giving her a small one armed hug since I was holding clothes in my other arm. "I'm not stressed Sandy, the only time I got stressed was when Matt was throwing the bag around. I thought you might've gotten hurt." I could have sworn I saw her cheeks tinge pink as she shook her head. "I'm fine, been through worse." As she spoke it was like everything started going in slow motion, she flicked her soft hair over her shoulder and I swallowed hard. "I see why Harry likes you." I found myself speaking without thinking. I swore quietly at myself, I loved Perrie. In fact I was engaged to her. Maybe that's the reason my sudden interest in Sandy, because I miss Perrie.

That's what I kept telling myself anyway.