Accidentally in Love // z.m

Seven

We arrived in New York the next day at 9pm at night and man was the city beautiful. We were so drained from the flight but the night we arrived was the one night we could explore so India and I decided to ditch the hotel and go for a walk. We strolled about the busy streets at night, the lights shimmering from afar and the American accents that echoed around us were heart-warming. Stepping into a random cafe we ordered some coffees and took a seat outside. "I'm going to use this week away from everything to decide if I really like Zayn." I said aloud accidently but India didn't seem too surprised by it.

"It's funny that you may have already fallen for him after only technically knowing him for 3 weeks."

"We both know that isn't the case. I've known him for years. He just hasn't known me." I sighed. "But the situation isn't that different for you and Niall. You do like him right?"

"Yeah I do." She said without hesitating. Bit cute. "But at the same time, I wouldn't say I love him. And besides, I've been on a few dates with him now and things are starting to develop for the both of us. It's hard avoiding the paps though." She sighed.

"I told you don't worry about it. So long as you aren't hooking up in public, you can always deny the rumours. They have no proof." She nodded and took a sip of her coffee.

"Back to you and Zayn though. IF you do like him, what will you do? I mean, he's ENGAGED." Why did she keep saying it like that?

"I don't know Inds. I can't control it if I do. Especially with the contract now, it's not like I can avoid him and try to get over it. I'm nervous to go back now. New York is like limbo, let's just stay here." I said half serious. She smiled at me sympathetically. 

"You'll get through it. Everything will be alright in the end." We sat in silence, but not an awkward silence. The both of us were taking in as much of New York as we could before the week was up so when my phone buzzed I had a heart attack. It was a text from Zayn and a smile sprung on my face.

"It's Zayn isn't it?" India said and I looked up at her guiltily. The text read,

Hope you arrived safe! xx

Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww. I opened the text and typed 7 different messages, all ultimately erased until I finally went with,

Thank you Zayn, we did. xo

How am I going to last a week like this??? 

As the days went by, I found my mind would wonder off and Zayn would slip into it more often. I wanted to text him so bad, just know what he did today, or if I may have slipped his mind. Each night I lay awake in bed realising how pathetic I was. I was so caught up in the idea of being with Zayn, I wasn't ready to let my fangirl imaginations go. I would promise myself to think of him less and stop encouraging all my feels but I couldn't help it. I never did build up the courage to text him first though, but whenever he would text me my day would be made. New York fashion week wasn't as stressful as I thought it would be. However there were moments where I felt like Grace was once again, favouring India over me. I couldn't tell if I was paranoid about it and was too afraid to mention it to India until one evening it accidently almost slipped. India was searching everywhere for some paperwork whilst I was on my laptop typing up a list of all the outfits and looks we were presenting in order. "Where is the file that listed all the models Saz?" India asked as she shuffled papers all over the place. I shrugged not paying much attention as I was making sure I didn't fuck up the list. "Sahara! Help me find it! Or at least tell me who was after Melanie Highett, there was a reason behind the placement, ahh who was it!" She stammered getting frustrated and running her hands through her thin blonde hair.