Saving You, Zayn Malik

Chapter 7

I can't explain the feeling of losing someone close to you. Its a mixture of anger, sadness, and confusion. When I was growing up, I lost countless people. I never truly had anyone. My mother was always there, but never quite there for me. And when my father moved to Chicago, he never bothered to call. He never made an effort to contact his only daughter. I'll never cope with the fact I was always the least favorite child in his eyes. I'll never be able to look at myself in the mirror and think that my father was proud of me. There's somethings that you will never get over, and I think that's one.

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"We'll be back around 7." Zayn said, kissing my forehead. He and the boys were going out for an interview, considering Zayn was in much better shape. "Don't forget to watch it." He winked, hugging me close.

I said goodbye to the other boys, sending them all luck for their first live interview in weeks. When they were gone, I sat myself on the couch and turned to the channel they would be on. I waited patiently, until they came on. When the boys walked out dozens of fans shouted, calling each of their names in hopes of being spotted. I could be in that crowd, along with hundreds of others, but I decided I'd rather stay home and watch it from the safety of my home.

Yes. One Direction's hotel room was home to me, and the best one I've ever had.

The boys took turns introducing themselves, one after another. Zayn was last.

"Hello, I'm Zayn Malik!" He waved to the crowd, "I love you babe." He winked into the camera, sending chills throughout my body.

I still couldn't believe I was lucky enough to have him. I didn't care about his fame, or even his looks half the time. His personality was more than I could ever ask for.

"Now, Zayn, I heard you encountered a shooting not to long ago?" The reporter began, getting straight to the point.

"Yes."

"Would you like to tell us exactly what happened?"

Zayn inhaled, receiving encouraging looks from the other boys. "I had met up with an old friend from high school.. or, what I thought was my friend. Apparently he was still angered by old school drama and wanted to find condolence. Shooting me was enough for him."

"What kind of drama?" The reporter asked, digging deep.

"His girlfriend cheated on him with me." Zayn answered straight forward.

"Wow!" The reporter said, "If you could say one thing to him, what would it be?"

Zayn thought for a moment, his hazel eyes mesmerizing. "Thank you." He got a confused stare from the reporter. I cocked my head to the side, questioning him myself. "If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have met my wonderful girlfriend, Julie Baker." He stated, getting himself applauds from the audience and reporter. "She found me, that night I was shot, and we've been practically inseparable since than. She's showed me true beauty, and above all, showed me what true love was. I'm absolutely in love with her."

Tears brimmed my eyes. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I'd never see what Zayn sees in me, and I'd never understand him . But those words coming out of his mouth, made me realize how he's the only one who's ever complimented me to such an extinct.

"Well!" The reporter cried, "There you have it! Our own Zayn, from One Direction, may have just found his true love!" There was another applaud, and Liam put his arm around Zayn's shoulder. Even Niall looked genuinely happy.

I watched as the interview dragged on, Zayn offering his opinion every couple questions. Soon enough, the interview had finished. I pulled myself off the couch and into the kitchen, knowing the boys would probably be another half hour, I poured myself a bowl of cereal and watched the clock as I ate. The hotel room was so quiet and lonely without the five boys running around. I saw Zayn's Iphone on the counter, identical to my own. After spending almost a month with the boys, they realized I wasn't leaving anytime soon, and bought me my own phone, and wardrobe. I walked over to it, and unlocked it, seeing 4 new text messages.

From Molly:

Babe! Call me back!

I miss you tons hun xx

Baby, don't be mad. I didn't tell Alex to shoot you. I love you <3

The most recent one had said; Who's this Julie chick you're talking about? I thought we had something!

I dropped the phone on the stone counters. Who was this Molly girl? Zayn's speech had seemed so true, so real. Was I just a replacement? Had he said those exact words to Molly? I slid myself on the floor, hugging my legs. Tears were streaming down my face by than.

The front door opened, making the silent hotel area burst into loud voices and laughs. I looked up at the five of them, all wide smiles on their faces, laughter escaping them. I caught Louis' eyes first.

"Julie?" He called, seeing my expression. I buried my head in my knees. Louis' arms wrapped around my shoulders, followed by the other boys.

"What happened?" Zayn searched my eyes, I glared through their beauty.

"Who's Molly?" I retorted, silencing the air.

I saw Niall and Louis exchange looks while Liam and Harry took a step back.

"What..?" Zayn's eyes bore into mine. "How do you know about her?" It was a whisper.

I jumped up, pointing to his phone. "I saw her texts! Who is she!" I screamed.

"No, shes nothing!" Zayn took a step toward me, "I swear, please, listen to me."

I watched him, his eyes pleading, his hands trembled. Was I just making a big deal of all of this?

"Start explaining." I wiped fresh tears.

Zayn ran his fingers through his hair. "Her Ex-Boyfriend was the one who shot me. She kissed me once in high school, and when she found out I was in One Direction, she left him for me. But I swear to you, she means nothing to me." Zayn stretched out his arm to me.

I covered my face. I was stupid to think Zayn would ever cheat on me. He was better than that.

"I'm sorry." I whispered.

"ITS OKAY!" Louis screamed, running over to me and hugging me tightly. I laughed as the other boys all piled in on the hug, leaving me breathless.

Zayn pulled me into him, his hand protectively on my hip, his lips on mine. We were cut off by Harry's phone ringing. He pulled it out, and looked at the number. He lifted an eyebrow, confused to who it was, and answered.

"Hello?" His accent slurred.

He looked at me, extending out the phone, "Julie.. its your dad."