Totally Wrecked: One Direction fanfic

Rock, Paper, Rubber Ducks

A/N

Mmmmmm, Zayn and Grace are getting it on! Haha. What should their couple name be? (If they become a couple) Zayce? Grayn? I like Grayn, it reminds me of bread. But Zayce rhymes with mace so......

Anyways, just wanted to say thanks for all the reads and such, it means a lot *blows kisses*

Comment if you want to do any read for reads/ votes for votes. I've been looking for some new reading material. :)

PS: sorry this chap's a tad late, I've been in summer school :(

Kisses- Lexi J xoxo

Song for this chapter: This Ain't A Scene- Fall Out Boy

Lexi's POV: (Haha, didn't see that coming did ya?)

"Ahhhhh......" I let out a small moan as I drop myself into the hot tub. I had changed out of my clothes and into a 50's style red and white striped bikini. Gracie was right, I did need to relax. As soon as I stepped into that tub the ditzy Lexi was gone, the old one in its place. I never want that Lexi back. She was.......well I'm not quite sure what she was but it was weird for me. I don't even know why she was there. (Notice how I say "she" instead of "me". That's how much I dislike her.) Let's just all pray that she never comes back.

I sit on a little shelf in the tub, letting my feet hang in the water and my arms over the side. Normally, the hot tubs are outside, but seeing as it's winter in Paris that wouldn't work very well.

*Iiiiiiiiiii wanna save your- wanna save your heart toniiiiiiiiight*

I reach over the side for my phone, not caring that my hands are soaking wet. Incoming call from: Gracie. I press the green answer button.

"Hello?"

No answer. Maybe she butt dialed me. I almost hang up when I begin to here noises.

"Hello?" I say again, hoping she'll answer.

"Nobody can know about this." Her voice is muffled- probably because her phone's in her pocket. And know about what? I know it's none of my business, but I have to keep listening. I press the phone tighter to my ear.

"I promise I won't tell. It's just-" another voice says. A beeping noise has come over the line and I know it has hung up.

That voice.....

I recognize that voice. I know I do. I can feel the answer right on the tip of my tongue. It's.......it's.....

ZAYN!

I mean, oh God it's Zayn. But what is he doing with Gracie that "No one can know about"?

I feel a small click in my brain as an imaginary light bulb goes off. They kissed. Or worse- but I don't really want to think about that. Let's just say they kissed.

But Zayn wouldn't do that, would he? Stealing one of his best mates' girl? No, he's not like that. But what other option is there? The conversation certainly didn't seem like they were talking about glitter and cupcakes. They kissed. I know they did.

I slide out of the hot tub, wrapping a towel around my body. I grab my phone and flip flops, running into the locker room and quickly getting changed into my Ramones shirt and jeans. I slide my Converse on and run out the door.

"Miss?" The front desk lady calls right as I almost reach the door. "Uh, yeah?" "Since I'm guessing you won't be staying, and you weren't here for more than 5 minutes, here's a refund." She holds out a wad of bills. I reach over and grab it, yelling "Gracias!" before running out onto the streets of Paris.