My American Girl (Sequel to My Bradford Bad Boy)

27: Announcement

Previously:

I woke up with a buzzing sound of notification. Tweets and tweets came flooding, but most of them contain the same message. I could feel Zayn's heavy breathing in the back of my neck. He was sleeping sheepishly with his heavy hands draped on my abdomen. I carefully moved away from him to bathroom with my phone to read the tweets. I hugged myself hard as tears started spilling after seeing one tweet in particular. 

'You are so ugly. Who do you think you are? You do not deserve Zayn. You deserve to die.'

I did not want him to wake up with me like this. Most importantly, I did not want him to blame himself for this. At that moment, I could feel my world crashing down.

27: Announcement

"You've been so quiet today babe. What's up?" Zayn asked. His eyes move from his phone to mine.

I blinked away from my thought. "Uhm..I just have a lot of things in my mind," I said. It was not entirely a lie. Waking up with death threats can do that to you, but it was not all that either. It did not matter that their fans liked me or not. I was fine either way, because I was not here for them but him. To me, it just brought a lot of memories, unpleasant memories. Memories that I would rather not remember. Memories that I would remove from my mind if I could. 

We were in the supposed living room of the temporary hotel room he got for the boys' concert. The girls came back to our hotel room eager to spend some more time left of our winter break. However, Zayn mercilessly asked me to spend time with him. I could not say no, sue me. This is why I am here now. He said the boys weren't going to be back until later today, so we spend the day again together.

Still concerned, Zayn was suddenly beside me. I blinked to see we were face to face. He had the I-know-there's-something-wrong-you-better-tell-me-now look in his face. 

I sighed and answered, "Everything is fine."

The idiot laughed and muttered, "You are a terrible liar, sweetheart." Despite how idiotic he was, I couldn't help but blush. "See," he said caressing my cheek, "you are blushing."

"So?" I retorted, "It's not everyday a sort of big deal boyband member calls you sweetheart."

Suddenly his face turned dark as he says in a husky but serious voice, "But it could be." I could feel my breath hitch in my throat. My stupid eye moved to his luscious lips. I could see feel him smirk just looking at me. Then he does something so so...frustrating but Jesus Christ, bloody sexy: he licks his lips. I gulped hard as he continued moving toward me. I knew it should not happen this soon, but all I could do was close my eyes. I could feel him moving closer and closer. Abruptly, we hear a voice and I exhaled in relief. The voice got louder and louder. 

"That girl was bloody sexy lad," someone said, and I knew from the voice it was Louis.

I hear Zayn sighed loudly in disappointment as he moved a little farther from me. I smiled at him evilly, and he just mouthed 'soon' with a smirk. Damn.

It wasn't long when the boys entered, and I was so excited that I tackled Niall who entered first to the ground.

"Bloody hell, Niall, you already got a girl straddling you?" Louis said jokingly.

Liam surprisingly to me, added, "That was fast man."

Despite their teasing, I blushed lightly. I stood up to see Zayn with an annoyed look on his face. The boys seems to notice as well. "They're just joking lad," Harry answered as he heavily fell on the couch with a banana in his hand. 

"Yeah," I agreed, "I just haven't seen you guys in a while."

"We miss you too, Sadie," Liam said as he moved to hug me.