I stay in the same spot. My legs seem to be frozen.
"Um what the hell? Kelly is it?" the blonde girl shouts holding her crop top in her hands.
"Ky...it's Kylie" I struggle to form words. This must be Zayn's parents bedroom, it must be. The bed is huge and the room is beautifully decorated. I can't imagine this being Zayn's room.
"What are you still doing here?" Zayn asks and I notice the blonde girl has disappeared somewhere.
"S...sorry I...I was looking for a bathroom, someone spilt their drink on my dress. Could you show me to the bathroom please? If it's not too much trouble" I give him a small smile.
"Urgh fine" he moans. "You can use my en-suite in my room, follow me." I follow him to a room at the very end of the long hall. He opens the door and bright colours fill the room. Walls covered in spray paint.
"The walls are amazing. Did you do all this?" I dare to ask him.
"Yes" he shouts from the en-suite in his room. I trace my fingers over the patterns on the walls. He walks out the bathroom with a few wet wipes.
"Here" he hands them to me. He walks over to sit on his bed, it's not as big as the other it must be a large double or a small king size if you can get one of them?
"Thanks for these" I place the wet wipes in the bin. I walk over to his bed and glance at a floating shelf above the headboard. The has a few random objects placed on it. A blob of blu tack, a few coins some American dollars and 5 British pound coins and a leather book. It must be a diary.
"So is there anything else I can help you with Kylie?" he snaps.
"Oh...no...thanks" I smile at him as he stays sat on the bed. I walk out of the room and shut the door. I wonder if it definitely is a diary and I wonder what he writes in it?
I stand within a big crowd by Zayn's bedroom door. About ten minutes after I left Zayn leaves his room and walks down the large staircase. I wait five minutes before entering his room. I search the shelf for the diary and there it is. I reach for it. There is a thin layer of dust over the front. The front page has; If lost, please return to Zayn Malik written neatly across it.
I turn over the page and begin to read the mixture between neat and quickly messy scribbled hand writing. I scan through the book until I find an entry from about a year ago.
12th December2014
So today I finally blew it. It's over. We have to move to America. Fuck, I'm sitting on the plane right now. I have to change to NYU, and we all have to live in New York. Harry and Louis have come with us. Well they didn't have much choice really. I only started University in September and I'm already moving. After everything that's happened with-
"What the fuck?" shit. I quickly slam shut the journal. If looks could kill I would definitely be dead. "I...I'm sorry...I was just...erm curious" I look down to my feet.
"Curious? NO you're a fucking nosy bitch!" his words sting me. "Now get the fuck out of my room" he opens the bedroom door for me to walk out of. I walk downstairs looking for a familiar face. I need to get out of here now. Where is Olivia? How are we getting back to the dorms? I reach for my phone to text her when I realize I've left my bag in Zayn's room.
I walk back up the massive staircase. I walk up to his room and knock on the door, loudly so he can hear me over the music. I notice the blonde girl sat outside Zayn's door with a few other people. "If you want to sleep with Zayn then you should just tell him, but you've got to join the que" she laughs.
"I do not want to sleep with anyone, especially him" I snap and she bursts out laughing. What does she mean by 'the que' she must mean that a lot of people wish to sleep with Zayn? I turn around and knock on Zayn's door once again. I need my phone to text Olivia or call a cab if I can't get home.
Before I know it I'm turning the handle on his door. He's writing in the journal. His head snaps up towards me. "Close the door on your way out" he snaps. I quickly glance around the room looking for my bag, I see it on the bed lying just next to him.
"I left my bag here. I need my phone to call a cab for me and Olivia" I quietly reply, but I know he heard me. He grabs my bag and walks over and hands it to me.
"Here, Liv went ages ago by the way" he walks back to the bed and sits down. Gone? No she wouldn't leave without me? Surely?
"Wh...who did she leave with?" I feel tears in my eyes. Why would she drag me to a party with no one I know and then leave without me.
"This guy that she's been sleeping with" he calmly replies.
"So her boyfriend?"
"No, just her fuck buddy or some shit like that. She's into that friends with benefits crap" friends with benefits what? Is she doing it in our room?
"Oh. Do you have any cab numbers? I need to get back to my room" I politely ask him although I will probably get a reply of 'fuck off'
"I have but are you sure you want to get a cab alone?"
"I'll get a bus then" I shrug.
"I'll take you" he stands up and grabs his keys.
"No I-" he cuts me off.
"Don't because I don't fucking give a shit if you get abused by some stupid guys on a bus or a fucking cab driver so if I was you I'd keep quiet" he snaps. I follow him to his car and sit in the passenger seat. I really need a car but I don't know if I will be able to drive on the wrong side of the road.
The car drive is silent. We finally arrive on Campus. "Thanks for the lift" I say and make my way to the room. To my relief Olivia isn't here. I get myself into bed and can't help but dream of what Zayn had written in his journal 'after everything that's happened with...' millions of questions cover my mind. why did he have to move to New York? What's his involvement with Niall and Liam?
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