Accidentally in Love // z.m

Twelve

(a/n: there's a scene a little later that involves the song Accidentally in Love by counting crows, if you haven't heard it, I recommend you hear it when you get to it otherwise it won't make much sense! Ok you can read now I just didn't want to interrupt the middle of the chapter later on :))

"Hey." He whispered. 

"Hey." I replied.

"Can I come in?" I didn't even hesitate as I swung the door open letting him enter the room. He hadn't changed, still in his concert gear, though his dark hair was a little messier now and he didn't have the buzz he had whilst on stage. He sat on the edge of the bed and I shut the door before sitting next to him.

"What's up Zayn?" I said nervously, it would have had to be something important, right? I watched him as his hand subconsciously swept through his hair, most likely for the 100th time tonight. He was clearly troubled, and the frown marks on his face confirmed that. 

"I shouldn't be in here." He said, leaning forward clasping his hands together and looking around the suite. 

"Why." I spoke quietly, watching his every move.

"It's complicated." That was all he was giving me?

"But you came here to tell me, didn't you?" It wasn't really a question and more of a statement. I knew him better than he thought I did. He clenched his jaw as he thought for the right words and I waited patiently for him to begin.

"I shouldn't be here because it would upset Perrie. She... She doesn't want me to be spending time with you." This wasn't a surprise to me, though I was eager to know what he was thinking. "I don't know if it's jealousy, or just her being over protective, but ever since the BRITS she has been constantly checking up on me. I guess you were right about the wall thing, she still hasn't let that go." He tried to smirk, make light of it all but I could see he was really upset by it. 

"So then why are you here?" I whispered.

"I don't even know Sahara. It hasn't even been 12 hours since she told me to stay away from you, and I just can't." He shrugged, looking up at me with his beautiful honey brown eyes. I wanted to hold his face and trace his jaw, smoothen the creases of his forehead, make him smile, but I couldn't touch him. 

"It's been hell having you avoid me. Don't think I didn't notice." I smiled, and he gave me an apologetic smile back. "So what now?" I asked.

"I don't know. But I don't care what Perrie says, you're one of my closest friends and I'm not giving you up. She is going to have to trust me for our relationship to work. You would think being engaged is enough proof that I'm committed." He was venting now and I wasn't sure if it was a 'just let me vent and you keep quite' type vent or a 'just let me vent and you agree and help a brother out' type thing so I stayed silent. "And I just... I just couldn't have you going to bed with the thought that I might be mad at you because I'm not. In fact you should be mad at me. Why aren't you?" He questioned.

I shrugged, "I don't know, I didn't think too much into it." Yeah that was a lie, the questions never ceased but I couldn't have him knowing that. However the slightly disappointed look on his face forced me to hold back a smile, he cared. "The important thing is that everything's clear now. You should go to sleep, we have an early start tomorrow." I smiled at him, standing up and holding the door open. He hesitated before standing up too and meeting me at the door way. I felt his strong arms wrap around me, his scent filling my senses; a mix of strong cologne with smoke and a hint of mint. I smiled into his chest before letting go and looking up at him. He lifted his hand, hovering it infront of my face before gently pushing a hair into place. "Goodnight Sahara." He whispered.