Forever yours, Zayn [Zayn Malik Fanfic COMPLETE]

Chapter 26

After a very long, long, long flight we finally landed in London, collected our baggage and made our way out to the awaiting car the boys had pick us up. Sleepily we all stumbled toward a mass of people, reporters and cameras. My fear was growning on my while my lungs constricted of air. My head felt dizzy and I froze,

"Whats up?", Zayn asked me holding my hand tighter.
"Crowds. I can't breathe in crowds", I said panic rising. Breathe in and out, I told myself.
"Hold onto me tight and close your eyes" he replied while tuugging me. I felt air deprived. Numerous people stood on my feet, I felt my hair being tugged and I wished i left in in a tight bun. I felt a hand grab my arm as a reported screamed questions at me like I was deaf, the nerve of him,

"Shay! Whats it like being Zayn Maliks girlfriend"

"Is it all for publicity"

"Who are those other girls"
"What do you intend to do with your new found fame"

I thought I was going to be sick. I had a billion different sarcastic answers for him but I kept my mouth shut. I squeezed my eyes shut tighter and felt Zayn squeeze my hand reassuringly. Still blind I heard the security guards shouting at people to move. Everything and everyone was so loud. I took a deep breath, my lungs felt airless and panicking wasn't helping me at all. My heart beat hard enough I thought it'd break my ribs. A headache swirled in the back of my head only to realise it was because someone had hold of my hair,

"Let GO!", I screamed out hopelessly clawing the back of my hand ripping the hand away. Security formed a circle around us and I opened my yes. It was like staring at mountains. The muscle brick like bodyguards escorted us outside. I inhaled deeply, thankful that was over. We made our way into the car and finally i could breathe properly again,

"That was crazy!", Jessie said bouncing up and down in the limo.
"Dude, right? That was awesome", Tynesha added.
"It sucked balls", I grumbled. They all laughed, even Zayn and I glared at him.

"Sorry its just you look cute and that sounded funny", he said. Smiling I forgave him and leant into his chest. Thanks to the tinted windows in the limo I couldn't see a thing. We reached the guys apartments and us girls stood their astonished. I blew out a low whistle and the boys smiled apprieciativly,

"Wow"
"Amazing"
"Awesome"

The girls and I said at once. We entered and I stood there open mouthed. It was AMAZING. It was nothing like the appartment back in Australia. The leather chairs decorated the white, black, cream and red color schemed lounge. To the left held the biggest kitchen I think Ive ever seen. Everything was stainless steel and, the best yet, their was a stainless steel coffee maker. I fell in love instantly. To the right stod a cream wall covered in art work. Pricless pieces. The floor was glossed wood and a red and black patterned mat covered nearly the whole ration of the living room. Wandering down the halls I counted 8 doors. Was it a coincedence that there were 3 extra bedrooms? On further inspection 2 doors led to the bathroom and and, better yet, a indoor pool and spa. I was definitely spending spending alot of time in here. The next 5 doors were the guys bedrooms. The first room was neat and perfect, Immediately I noted it was Liams room, I giggled to myself. The next room was slightly messy but still passed as clean for a boys room, the bed cover was designed with stripes and i pinned Louis to this room. I swung the 3rd door open and saw an 'I <3 Nandos!' poster hanging on the room, with a laugh I placed Niall with this room. The 4th room was by far the messiest. Not overly messy but it definitely depicted the visual imagination of a boys room and whithout hesitation knew this was Harrys room and last, but not least, I entered the 5th room. It was rather neat and tidy, the bed spread was plain black but on closer inspection there were decorative swirl patterns on it as well.  The bed frame was also black. On the table in the far corner of the room sat a laptop and a few pieces of paper, pencils and books. Both writing and reading ones. There was a sheld next to a set of draws and on second glance at the shelf I laughed. Piles and piles of neatly lined hair products stood brightly. Hair brushes and clippers, scissors and a hair straightener. I laughed once more when I picked up a frame with a picture of the boys all piled on top of each other, smiles radiating. I placed it back down and nodded at the room.

I left my bags in Zayns room and entered the last door. It led to upstairs. I ventured up the stairs and when reaching the top I reached my hand out feeling for the handle. I found it and opened the door. The view was breathtaking. I stood on the top on the apartment, looking out over everything. The cars racing past, people walking, a young couple keeping each other warm, someone walking their dog, birds chirpping from the cold. It was exsqisuite.

I had been standing there taking in the landscape of the world around me when arms wrapped around me securley, and a whispered breath warmed my cheek. The smell of cologne and mint took over my smell. Hearing zayn I smiled,

"Welcome home".