These Broken Down Walls (Zemi)

Chapter 20

Demi's POV

Zayn and I decide to spend the day watching some ridiculous movies and eat some popocorn until 3.

-

"Come on we gotta go" I tell Zayn while slowly tumbling off of the couch.

It was so comfortable.

"Coming" he mumbles and it sounds as sexy as ever.

I blush and look down, walking towards the door.

"What?" he asks moving his eyebrows inward.

Obviously, he noticed.

"oh nothing" I mumble but he gently attacks the back of my arm, pulling me close to him.

"Tell me" he demands.

"Your voice" I say and continue blushing.

"What?" he asks.

Of course he wouldn't know.

"Your morning voice" I reply.

"Oh, so my morning voice turns you on?" he asks and I can feel the heat on my cheeks.

I slap him in the arm scolding him.

I am not used to that language.

"Come, on we really have to go"

-

We make our way out of the hotel, no distractions.

Once we reach our car, we see only a few fans and Zayn signs some autographs.

But then.

"What the fuck? Who is she?" we both hear as he is signing cards.

I am dressed for going out, so they don't know I'm Demi Lovato, but still.

Zayn instantly stops and walks back to me, glaring at the girl who made the rude remark.

She looks scared, and she should be.

"WHAT THE FUCK" he yells swinging at am invisible punching bag.

"Zayn" I try to calm him down.

"No, Demi, I CAN'T" he yells, but soon after realizing he raised his voice.

He quickly calms down.

"I'm sorry" he pouts looking down.

He sits down on the curb.

I slowly sit down next to him, my hand on his back, reassuring him.

"It's exactly what I'm afraid of" he whispers and cautiously looks up into me.

His brown pupils are pure terror.

"What?" I ask. I am truly confused.

"Them. They will sabotage any girl I am around, until she doesn't want to be around me anymore." He breathes out.

"Zayn" I start looking directly into his chocolate like brown eyes, that first attracted me.

"I already told you, no fan will ever, I mean EVER make me want to stay away from you" I say.

He just nods and looks down again.

"I'm being serious. I admire you too much. Please don't be afraid" I reply and hope he says something.

"Okay" he says, his voice stern.

"Now let's go" I grab his hand to lift him up and try to lighten the mood.

I call my driver, and within a couple of minutes we are at the Jay Leno studios.

I quickly make my way backstage.

I honestly just want to get this over with.

-

"Were still not saying anything, right?" I ask Zayn a couple minutes before I will be called out.

"Right, both of our teams don't even know about us, remember?" He squeezes my hand to reassure me.

I really love that. Just an hour ago, I was reassuring him, and now he is reassuring me.

"... please welcome DEMI LOVATO!!" he says and I walk out waving to everyone.

-

The interview goes very smoothly, and no relationship questions more importantly.

I get back to my dressing room, and quickly change into sweats, making Zayn turn around.

"Okay turn around" I say quickly pulling a hoodie over my untamed lion mane you would call hair.

I am still turned around when I feel a pair of soft arms wrapped around my waist.

"You're still gorgeous" he whispers into my ear, his breathe tickling the insides of my ear.

"Thanks" I blush looking down.

"I mean it" he says tightening the grip on my waist.

I turn around and put my arms on his chest.

"I haven't even kissed you today" he says.

"So?" I smirk turning my head so he his lips can't touch mine.

"Oh" he says, sort of frightening me a little.

Zayn only kind of kissed me when I allowed it.

I am interrupted by my deep thoughts when I am roughly pushed up against the filing cabinet, making a loud noise.

His breathe hits my lips "so?" he chuckles before pressing his soft lips roughly against my lips.

I am shocked at first, but quickly react and kiss back.

I have never felt this, even with Wilmer.

No not now Demi, you're kissing Zayn.

I focus back on Zayn jumping up and gripping my legs around his waist, my hands wrapped around his neck, on the back of his head.

He slowly pulls away, pecking my lips once more before he smiles.

-

I am back in my hotel room before I know it, and I slip into some pajamas.

Zayn isn't with me tonight, and I feel odd.

We have only been in the same bed twice, but still.

I really hope the other boys don't give him any shit again.

I also can't seem to get that girls comment out of my head, along with Harry, and Niall.

Next thing I know, my phone is held up to my ear.

It's Holly, one of the girls on my management team.

"Hey, why haven't you wanted us with you at events lately?" She asks clearly angry.

"I- I just didn't need y'all tonight" I reply as confident my voice could make out to be.

"Okay well don't get to wound up in that boy toy and forget about us" she remarks and hangs up.

What? Zayn? A boy toy?