Hole in a wall

31st part

"Zayn, we really need to go. Calm yourself down or just hide that you're horny, man." I moved him away from me. He said he couldn't resist but I wasn't in a mood to smile. I am spending my time on making out with Zayn when I should look for Darcy. We left the apartment. I tried to take my shitty make-up off but my 'dear' didn't let me. I was so embarassed but I had to deal with it.

"I have to tell you something..." Zayn stopped me in front of the door. I was ready to face the fact that he is leaving.

"There are paparazzis for sure. Just act like we are friends."

I was somehow hurt, but it was his carrer and I have nothing to do about it. Who would want to spread around the whole world that he cheated his fiance and is dating a hobo clown?

Our legs were taking us closer and closer to the paparazzis on the street. When we were almost there I was able to hear questions and whispers: "Is that Perrie?", "He's cheating.", "Perrie Edwards dyed her hair black!" and other non-sence. Zayn was walking proudly. We didn't hold hands because of his carreer.

At one moment, when we were close to the police station (We wanted to hear informations about Darcy.), Zayn stopped.

"What are you doing? Let's go inside!" I whispered. Zayn made a terrible mistake, but he made me proud.

"Today, you are all here to take some photos of me, right? Well, you guys are amazingly lucky because you will get a big raise if you film this." He was talking and talking. I tried to go but he caught me by my hand. "This girl isn't Perrie."

I freaked out when he pulled my jacket of my head. My face full of make-up and my dark hair were exposed.

"Zayn!" I screamed but he didn't react.

"I started dating Perrie because I loved her. After a year I wanted to break-up with her because of the trust issues, but Modest gave her a job of being my beard. I have been with this sexy girl for a week or two and I've been happier than ever in my life. If this means leaving the band, sacrificing my carreer and dissapointing all of my fans, I will do it." Zayn said everything. The questions started popping up.

"I apologize to everyone who is hurt, we are in love and it's all done."

I was wordless.

"Why are you dating a clown?" Someone from the crowd shouted.

I was insulted and hurt. I thought Zayn will save me but he did something even better. "I would rather date a clown who I love then spend my life with an egoistic bitch, my lovely beard Perrie." Zayn put his arm on my back and ducked. He put his other arm on my knees and picked me up like I am a bride. We kissed passionately. I jumped of him and we ran to the police officer.

"Hello! Zayn Malik? Can I get an autograph for my daughter?" Sergent smiled. It seemed like Zayn is used to this kind of 'fans' so he nodded and signed the paper. We entered the office. Policeman family's photos were all over the office. It made me feel nostalgic; I missed my dad. I felt so bad that I thought someone is poking me.

"You're that Chloe girl, right?"

I shook my haid.

"A hobo, huh?" Zayn looked at me. Sergeant was trying to be funny but he wasn't.

"Aham... What is going on with Darcy?"

"We were seaching the whole country, but no sign of her. Can you explain me your relationship with Mr. Malik? I wanna know will he give any money for the investigation support."

I was really upset but I couldn't ask Zayn for money. "You can read it in tomorrow's newspapers. And... He won't give any money."

"How do you know that? I will, for sure. Is 10 thousand pounds enough?" Zayn interupted me and pulled a check from his pocket. He was definately ready to give money. I wanted to stop him but it was for Darcy and I didn't want her to be lost forever because of my pride. We left the station and walked to our 'home'. We sat on couch.

"Zayn, what if we never find her?" I hugged him. He looked at me and we made an eye contact. He could see sadness in my eyes, he could feel my fear.

"We will... Maybe not tomorrow, maybe not this month, this year, but we will." He was comforting me.

"But what if we find her..." I stopped. I couldn't finish the sentence, but Zayn knew what I was going to say.

"She'll still be alive and happy. Don't worry. Enjoy your life as long as you can."

I was happy then, he is a good crying shoulder. But there was a new problem. I held him tighter.

"I am going to jail in a few months, what is going to be with our relationship?"

I wipped my tears of. They were transfered to Zayn's face... I saw him crying. "I don't know. I am doing the best I can to help you. I pulled the charges away, but Perrie is still into this..."