"Megan, I know you've been hooking up with Zayn."
For a moment, my entire world stopped. I ran over Alex's words in my head over and over again before I finally convinced myself that I wasn't just hearing things. I thought about denying her statement but I knew that my facial expression had already confirmed what she had guessed.
"How did you know that?" I said, my voice hardly audible.
"Well, at first when you started bailing on us whenever we wanted to go somewhere I thought you were just tiered from the shows. Then one day I noticed that whenever you were gone, so was Zayn. I mean, look at Perrie and look at you. You both look almost the same the only difference is you're always around and she's not. It makes perfect Sense. Then, last night I decided to come back to the hotel instead of going to that party. I was about to fall asleep when I heard the elevator opening and people talking loudly."
Fuck.
"I opened the door to tell them to be quiet but when I did I saw it was Zayn and you. He was carrying you bridal style, his shirt wrapped around your foot which now I see is injured." She said, gesturing down to my bandaged heel. "So today when you completely left out Zayn in your story, I knew I was right."
And she was. She always was. Alex had been my friend way longer than anybody and I was never successful at hiding things from her. She always found out eventually.
"He just bandaged up my foot-"
"And gave you sex hair." She said smirking. I slumped back into the couch and groaned. There was no getting out of this now.
"So when exactly did this start?" She asked.
"Almost as soon as we started this tour."
"How did he approach you about it?"
"Well he brought me to his room to talk and that's when he told me the rules and that was kinda it."
"Rules?" She said, her eyebrows raised.
"Yeah, rules. We set a few guidelines for this little.. Arrangement."
"And those are?"
"I don't know if we should be talking about this."
"Tell me."
I let out a loud sigh which only earned a death look from Alex so I hesitantly continued.
"Well I have to keep um, shaved, I'm going to eventually have to switch to birth control, I have to be ready at any time and try new things, and I can't tell anybody. Or else."
"Or else what?"
"I will not only be off this tour but my entire career will be over." I said trying to mimic his voice.
I winced I thought about what could happen if Zayn ever did find out that Alex now knew. Not only my career was on the line but so was the entire groups. I instantly felt guilty knowing that my stupid choice could have easily ended what had just started for us three.
"Well, don't worry. He won't find out that I know. I won't say anything to him." She said and I nodded, not really able to find my voice to speak.
"So what about Niall? Does he know about this?"
"No. No, he doesn't know." I mumbled, my reply making her instantly tense. I wasn't exactly happy where this conversation was headed towards but I guess I deserved it.
"Megan, that boy loves the shit out of you. I can't believe you would-"
"I know he does. That's why I told Zayn I couldn't see him anymore." I cut her off sharply. She relaxed slightly and took a deep breath before speaking again.
"When?"
"This morning. It happened about twenty minuets before I showed up my room where you all were."
"So that's why you looked like hell." She said.
"Basically."
"You fell in love with Zayn, didn't you?" I stayed silent, refusing to answer the question or even think about that possibility right now. The vision of him slamming his door in my face still rattled my brain, making me want to cry again.
Finally Alex left, leaving me to sulk in private. I laid in my hotel bed, wrapped up in the plush bed sheets and let the last of my tears fall down my cheeks. My eyes soon felt heavy, sleep started to take over my body. So I closed my eyes and let myself fall asleep and escape my horrendous reality for just a few hours. But, not before a question popped into my head that would more than likely come back to haunt me later.
If Alex caught on, who else could have?
--------------Zayn's P.O.V.-------------
"Thank you for the good time babe. Call me sometime if you want to hang out again."
"Yeah, yeah. Will do."
I led the blonde out of my room, practically closing the door on her. I picked up the card she had given me with her number on it and threw it in the trash. Yeah, she wasn't getting a call back.
I went out into the balcony and lit a cigarette, giving it a few puffs. This had always been my 'after fucking' ritual. It had been since I began my little rendezvous because, nothing went better with emotionless sex than a cigarette. And that was exactly what that blonde, who's name I had already forgotten, had gotten. Emotionless fucking.
I was more than just a little mad after Megan ended things with me. I was full blown fucking pissed. So, I went to take a walk around the city when a tall blonde with fake tits came up to me and asked for a picture. She was dressed in barely-there shorts and a tank top which were screaming 'easy lay' to me. I asked her if she wanted to come back to the hotel for a drink and she didn't hesitate for a moment.
She was like most of the girls I brought back. All they wanted was to fuck and get bragging rights which I would sometimes have to deny later to the media. The only person to ever care about me while fucking was Megan. And it was more to me to.
I had never in my life found somebody who I connected with like I did with her. Not even my actual girlfriend. Megan was hot of course which was what first attracted me to her but, I later realized there was much more to her than just her sex appeal. She was caring, funny, talented, and had a contagious laugh. Her smile was to-die-for and her eyes sparkled so beautifully in the sun.
I couldn't think about these things anymore though. We were done. It was for the best, I suppose. She knew she couldn't hurt Niall anymore knowing that he loved her so much.
But would she have stayed if she knew I was in love with her to?
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Fanfiction"Do you trust me Megan?" He whispered. My heart was about to burst out of my chest and my breathing was so ragged and loud it was almost embarrassing. "Wha-" "Do you trust me?" My mind was clouded by temptation and lust. I didn't have time to co...
