Deep Desires (Zayn Malik)

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3 weeks later.

Two and a half long weeks dragged by and none of us had seen Amanda at all, she dissapeared after Zayn and I had fallen asleep the day he had told me he loved me.

But just a day ago she returned, making us all completly suprised, espically with the pocket of cash she came back with too. How she got the cash? We don't know and so the guys sent me to her room to suck information out of her and God knows what else they expect me to get out of her.

"Amanda, I know you're upset but can you please open the door?" I knock on Amanda's bedroom door for the fifteenth time and she still won't answer me, so she's either dead or so heartbroken that she can't deal.

"Listen it hurts now but..." I start but the door is ripped open, and to my suprise she looks prettier than ever, not even heart broken looking at all, if there is a certain look.

 "What are you rambling about Trish?" She asks, leaning against the door frame, half her boob is dropping out of her low cut tight dress.

"I am, rambling because none of us have seen you since, well you know."

"I don't know Trish, do explain." She turns around towards the wall mirror and starts to put her red lipstick on.

"Amanda, I don't know what happened between you and Clyde and personally I don't want to know because it isn't any of my buisness." I say, trying to spare any feelings for her, because I do know everything that happened, he dumped her because of what happened with his brother and he was sick of her, which is sad really.

"Yeah it isn't any of your buisness." She snaps back at me. "Get out my room Trish, you are pushing on my last god damned nerves."

I don't know what happened in me, but something snapped and wasn't I lucky the door was closed and hopefully Zayn and Clyde don't hear the noise we are about to make.

"Okay what the hell is your problem?" I growl, being pissed off by her more than usual.

"My problem is.." She stops so suddenly, we are both two steps away from each other and her hair is wild and sticking to her sweaty forhead.

 "What? What could I have possibly done to make you hate me so much?" I start off yelling but end up whispering a little bit.

"You, you took all I had left." She cries, taking a seat on the bed and holding her comb between her hands. "All I had, it's all of yours now."

I ignore her reference and take a seat next to her. "Where did you go." She looks up at me and I put a reassuring arm around her for a hug. "Where did you go for two and a half weeks, Clyde was worried as hell."

"I'm sure he was." She rolls her eyes and pushes herself off of the bed and against the wall, the tears are gone and as she stares at me I feel her eyes ripping through me.

"I am serious." I shake my head. "He was worried out of hell that you were dead and he wouldn't be able to tell you the truth about how he really feels about you."

"Lies," She tears up but wipes the tears away quickly and sniffles her nose.

"There is no lies of what I know, I am not with you guys behind closed doors but how bad could have this fight been?" I ask curiously.

"Well I went missing for two week so how bad do you think it could've been?" She laughs.

"Again Amanda, where did you go?"