Maybe, Maybe Not (A One Direction Fan Fiction)

Chapter 3

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If only he knew why she said that. My expression must’ve changed big time, because Louis was looking at me with a worried expression on his face.

Zayn must’ve seen it too. “What’s wrong?” he asks.

“Zayn, I’m not really ready to talk about that right now.” I reply in what I thought was an almost monotone voice,  but I guess my voice broke, because Zayn pulled me into a comforting hug.

“You know I’ll always be here for you, baby.” Zayn says in a whisper that only I could here.

“I know.” I say. But honestly, I didn’t know. What if I was just another one of his flings? What if he was just playing me? What if he thought he was just gonna get what he wanted out of me, then leave me? I didn’t know what he wanted, and I honestly didn’t want to think about it, because it reminded me to much of that night. Oh how I wish I could just permanently erase that night from my life. Zayn thought my mother was joking lightly about that subject like all mothers do when she said what she said. But he didn’t know about that night, about IT, no one but my cousin, Jason (Yes,

THE Jason Aldean.) knew about it. But the thing about it was, I know I’ve only known Zayn for about two to three hours, and I felt completely and utterly safe in his arms, but I knew what It was capable of, I knew I wouldn’t be safe until It was in jail, or dead.

Then a phone rings very loudly on the seat next to mine, making me jump like, five foot out of my own chair.

“Sorry Aves.” Louis said, and came rushing over to grab his phone.  Everyone noticed my jump and was laughing at me, everyone, except for Zayn. He looked deep in thought. I wonder what’s so mind boggling to him, I think.

                I hear Louis answer his phone across the room.

“Hello?”

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“Hey baby!”

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“You’re WHAT?!” he almost screams.

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“No, you don’t need to do that, it’s WAY too much money.”

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“We’re in the southern states, for Christ’s sake!” he exclaims, “You’re all the way in Cheshire!”

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“Fine.” he mutters, then hangs up.

                We all look at each other and burst out laughing, even the guards. “Typical,” I say, “the guy always loses the argument!” And we all laugh a lot more.

“So, I’m guessing Ellie is coming over for a visit?” Harry asks cheekily.

“Shut up.” Louis mumbles and walks over to sit next to me.

“Aw … It’s Ok Boobear.” I say, leaving the comfortable shoulder of Zayn Malik and giving him a hug.

“Now that you’re here it will be!” he says dramatically, squeezing me harder, then dropping the embrace.

                “Oh, Lord.” my mother says after glancing at the clock. “It’s getting late, I think it’s time we leave.” she said to Lizzie, her parents and I,  “We are still meeting at Bloomingdales at noon, right?” she asked Paul.