another love || z.m.

Payton

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I was being driven to Taco Bell by Zayn Malik and I have no idea why. Or how I ended up in his car. Or why I was laughing so damn hard that my torso hurt and I couldn't sit up straight.

He placed his hand on my thigh.

"Sweetie," I looked up at him. "What is wrong with you?" He started laughing to himself and suddenly I became very serious.

"I am perfectly fine, thank you very much." I said and stuck my nose into the air. His hand rested on my thigh and he patted it a couple times before drawing it back.

"Payton, I don't think so," he whispered. The car came to a stop and he unlocked the doors. We climbed out simultaneously and slammed our doors. We walked side by side, our hands brushing occasionally.

He opened the door for me and I walked in ahead of him. I walked straight to the line behind the register. While I was looking, I heard a deep 'shit' that sounded like Zayn. I turned around and saw him extend his arm out for a beach blonde. He caught her wrist and pulled her up before she could hit the ground. He stayed standing in front of her while she brushed off. His eyes contained multiple emotions, none of which I could pinpoint from such a distance.

The blonde looked up at him and jumped. She took a step back while he remained frozen. He extended an arm out to her, but she stepped back again, this time, into a table. I took a step closer to the pair, trying to get a better look at the girl.

I titled my head to the side a little and got a perfect view of her face. Her green eyes and prominent cheekbones couldn't be mistaken for anyone else. It was Cassie. I recognized her from the photos earlier today.

I let out a small gasp when I processed what was happening. I started walking toward Zayn, wanting to tell him to be cautious. I looked at Cassie again and she looked scared to be around him.

I eventually arrived at Zayn's side and wrapped my pinky around his subtlety. I pulled a little, but he was acting like she was a flame and he was a moth.

"Zayn, c'mon." I put my ring finger around his pinky also, trying to get a better chance at breaking him away from her.

"Who is that?" She growled at me. Her eyebrows furrowed and she popped a bubble in her gum.

"I'm Payton, Zayn's friend." I extended my hand out for her and waited. She looked at my hand like I had twenty fingers, so I pulled it back and let it fall to my side.

"Just a friend?" I nodded. "That's how Zayn and I started. We were really good friends." I just smiled at her. "Watch out for this one," she whispered and poked his chest. She leaned up to him and grabbed his shoulder to keep herself from falling. I watched her lips move beside his ear and his eyes darted to me in alarm when she pulled back. She tried to walk away, but Zayn caught her wrist.

"What did you just say about her?" His teeth were gritted and he looked angry. I assumed they were speaking about me, but I didn't know. It could possibly be his mom or something.

"I said, she was fugly." She shrugged and tried to walk away again, but Zayn yanked her back. I felt the tears swelling up in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall.

"She is not fugly." His teeth were still clamped together. I wrapped my whole hand around his and he grabbed back immediately. He squeezed my hand so hard, I had to bite my cheek to keep from yelling.

"Well, she sure isn't pretty." I could tell she was making an attempt at whispering, but she's one of those people that are just plain loud.

"Excuse you, Payton is beautiful. Plus, she isn't fake like you are." He gestured to the seven pounds of makeup on her face. She blushed and her head fell.