Different Sides Of Us (Sequel to Hired For Malik)

Chapter Twenty Six

Zayn's Point Of View

The day dragged on, and it seemed that 9 couldn't come any faster. Though it was only morning, and I had just woken up, I was already pacing the room about later tonight. What would happen in there? What would I say to her? I have a billion things I want to ask her, tell her, say to her. 

Perrie was still sleeping in bed. Luckily, our room had to separate beds and I wasn't stuck in one along side of her. It was a miracle. Her blonde hair was sticking out in many directions, and it made me slightly smiled before I remembered what was tomorrow.

The Ellen interview.

A way to declare love is not simply proposing to them, it's being with them. And if the fans or anyone else couldn't see that I was madly in love with Perrie, was ridiculous. But going on this interview, will only prove to them how desperate I am about clearing the images of Lindsay and me. In reality though, it's not me. It's Annie and Anne. Everyone tomorrow will be swooning over us, the newly soon to be wedded couple. It all makes me sick, how these people who bathe in fame believe this stuff.

"Babe," her voice startled me,"Come here and cuddle with me. Your pacing is annoying me." 

I rolled my eyes, before sitting down at the edge of her bed,"Just a lot on my mind. I'm going to the gym though, to clear my thoughts." 

Her eyebrows scrunched together as she rose her head from the pillow,"What could you possibly need to clear? It's not like my ex-boyfriend is trying to steal me away from you."

She was referring to Lindsay. Blowing out a breath of air, I stood up and walked towards the door. "Lindsay isn't like that Perrie. And you should trust me enough to stay loyal to you." Slamming the door behind me, I jogged down the hallway and down the steps. I didn't want to risk Perrie coming after me while I was waiting for the elevator.

The lobby was mostly empty, except sitting at a small table was Lindsay. She held a book in her hands and was sipping a cup of coffee. I stood behind the wall, just observing her quietly. Her back was slightly hunched over, and I noticed that she was wearing glasses. Her hair was in a loose pony tail, with strands of hair that were out of place. She was wearing grey sweat pants and a white tee, showing that she had just woken up only moments ago.

Bags laid under her eyes, and I wondered if she had gotten any sleep. Or if maybe, just possibly, that she was worrying about the same things as me. If she was thinking about what would happen later tonight. The chance of that was probably slim.

Shaking my head, I went to turn my body around and ran straight into a wall. Blinking a couple of times, I squinted my eyes to realize it was Paul. It humored me how I thought he was a line of cement.

"What are you doing up this early? Aren't you the one we can never wake?" His tone was playful, and I liked his banter that he was throwing around.

Shrugging my shoulders, I answered him,"Wanted to go to the gym."

"Alright," He breathes out,"The personal trainer is already in there working with Liam. I'm sure he wouldn't mind helping you either." Thanking him silently, I head down to the gym where I see a guy leaning over Liam as he does some crunches.