Accidentally in Love // z.m

Nineteen

"So where are you guys right now?" I spoke to my computer screen. A lagging Harry speaking back as we skyped.

"Paraguay!" He said enthusiastically and I laughed. It was Tuesday, April 29th. India and I were currently in America and had just done our Vogue shoot. We were going to return to London tomorrow morning. "How was the shoot, you've done it right?" Harry asked as he played with a fedora in his hand.

"Yeah it was really cool. Photographers are weird though but it was cool."

"Tell me about it, they ask for weird emotions right? Like fire and raw, 'be raw for me!'" He mimicked with an Italian accent.

"Exactly!" I laughed before I heard someone elses voice echo from my computer and my heart jolted slightly.

"Who ya talkin' to?" He said, and Harry looked above his computer at him.

"Um, Sahara." He said.

"Oh." I heard Zayn reply. I bit my lip, why was I nervous?

"Zayn?" I called and Harry looked at me before looking back up to him. I don't know why I called him, I guess I just really wanted to see his face. Moments later he appeared, he wasn't smiling however. He looked at me behind Harry's shoulder, his face cold and tense. So he's still mad.. "Hi..." I whimpered and he simply nodded and disappeared.

"That was weird." Harry said after I assume Zayn left the room.

"Is he going to be a dick to me forever? I was hoping touring would help him get over it but clearly not."

"Yeah, he is being a girl about it." Harry said and I smirked. I wasn't going to waste my time worrying about Zayn, I don't care if he's stays mad anymore. I ended the call with Harry before attempting to skype Rick however due to time differences he must have been asleep as he didn't answer. I left my bed, turning to India's room. She was on the phone to Niall and she had been for at least half an hour. At first I thought it was cute until I realised she was crying. I rushed to her side, holding her as she sobbed into the phone. "Niall, w-what are you saying?" She cried and I couldn't make out what he was saying back to her. "I'm done fighting about this!" She yelled before hanging up and throwing her phone at the other end of the bed. She heaved as she sobbed heavily and I was entirely confused as to what had brought this about. "India, breathe." I said, trying to help her gather herself. Eventually she calmed down a little and I got her to start talking.

"I told him- I told him about the shoot. He was really mad about the fact that we weren't wearing anything beneath our blazers." She said, hiccuping a little as she spoke. I rubbed her back, letting her continue. "I told him nothing was showing but he was still mad because we we're on the cover and now thousands of people were going to see it and he wasn't comfortable with that. I said I wasn't comfortable with him touring the entire world and having thousands of girls screaming at him and wanting him but I wasn't stopping him from doing what he loved and he said this was different." She shrugged and the tears starting pouring again. I hushed her, continuously rubbing her back.

"You know he's being stupid India. He will understand in time, he's just being protective. He's mad because he's afraid of losing you whilst he's away. He wants to do everything he can to stop that from happening." I said softly. I don't know where all of that came from but yes you can call me Dr. Phill.

'But this isn't the first time we've argued about this. He should stop worrying about losing me and start enjoying our time together!" She cried.

"I know babe, I totally agree but he's a guy and that's how they work. You're really hot and he knows that so he's not risking it. Eventually he'll understand that you love him as much as he loves you and that your jobs are important and healthy for this relationship to work. It will get better India, I promise." I don't know why I was promising her that either when I had no power over it. Or why I was being so wise when I had almost no experience with boys but it seemed to be working and she seemed to calm down again.  I slept beside her that night in bed so she wouldn't feel so alone. And the next morning we left LA and flew back to London and back to reality. I found roses at my doorstep when I finally arrived home. Smiling, I picked them up and smelled the sweet floral scent they emitted. After letting myself in I examined the note that came with them which read,