Not So Ordinary~ A One Direction Fan Fiction

Chapter 13: Look At Me

Chapter 13: Look At Me

When I got out of the car, Louis was snickering and making kissy faces. I wasn't even embarrassed that's how good the kiss was. I still seemed to be in a daze from it. "Oh shut up." I laughed, giving him a punch in the arm. Harry couldn't stop smiling to himself. Zayn was leant up against the car, trying to act cool. Liam put his hand on my shoulder sweetly, saying "Alright, nobody has spotted us yet so we have to be quick and split up." Harry frowned, grabbing my right hand that I had placed behind my back.  "Let the paparazzi and fans take photos, but you have to resist answering their questions." I nodded, glancing at Zayn who looked extremely bored, like he'd heard it all before. Well he probably had. "Sound good?" Liam concluded. "I think I got it." I replied. "One more thing. You gotta make it a little believable. So, hold hands okay? That's the least you can do." Niall shrugged. Harry's expression looked pained, he closed his eyes for a moment before saying "Laila, Niall's right. They'll never buy it if you don't sell it." I could tell he didn't really mean that. But I nodded anyways, even though I didn't want to touch Zayn whatsoever. "Agreed, Zayn?" Louis nudged him. "Whatever." He  "Let's gooo then! I wanna see if there's any food here..." Niall stated, wondering off to a trail on our left. Liam and Louis followed his lead. "You can do this." Harry told me quietly, then paused and whispered into my ear "We can do this." I could feel his eyelashes brushing against my cheek. I swallowed loudly, the intense of the kiss rushing back to me. Before I could reply, Harry squeezed my hand and let it fall to the side as he went searching for the other boys.

I stood there silent and still for a moment, even though it felt like an eternity. Zayn cleared his throat impatiently. "Sorry." I shook my head, trying to clear it out. I walked over to Zayn, he made eye contact with me, sighing. "What?" I snapped. He bit his lip and then said "Forget it." He stood up off the car and started fast walking down a trail behind Harry's car. "Hey! Wait up!" I ran after him, feeling like an idiot chasing after Zayn Malik. We were now out of sight of the road, surrounded now by huge full trees. The ground, instead of green grass, was made up of huge pieces of white stone, little daisies poking up between the spaces. Zayn stopped walking, looking around at the beauty of it all. I stood still too. All I could smell was lilac. Buttercups and huge, towering brown-eyed susans filled the walkway, each step they seemed to smell better & better. I could see peaks of sunlight that had snuck it's way through spaces in the trees. I felt so connected to it all. "It's so beautiful." Zayn stared up and around. The wind was light and warm, tickling my neck. "It is." I stated, my eyes wide. Zayn seemed to act like he was too cool for it all of a sudden. "They're just flowers." And continued walking, while I tried to catch up. Again. We came out into an open grassy area. A plague near a beautiful stream reads "The Japanese Garden." Little pebbles line the stream which lead to a miniture wooden bridge. I can see a small rabbit nibbling on something just across the way. Something quickly grasps by attention though, but it wasn't a piece of nature... it was a camera flash. I flinched at the shock and brightness of it, covering my face with my hand automatically. "Don't." Zayn simply said, lowering my hand from my face and grabbing on to it. "Don't look like your hiding something." Zayn whispered, giving the camera a small smile. "It's okay." Zayn added, pulling his fingers through mine and holding on tightly. I looked up at him, feeling awkward holding his hand. His face was in a grimace. He obviously wasn't enjoying holding hands with me. What a jerk, he could at least pretend that he liked holding my hand. It felt... weird. Not like Harry's, not soft. It was rough... But I liked it. I looked down, nervous that he might think I was enjoying it. But I am. No. I'm not. More flashes. Zayn motioned to me that we needed to keep walking. I nodded, nervous. The cameras were watching our every move, documenting it. Zayn guided me across the bridge.

"Zayn! Zayn! Over here!" one yelled.

"Is this Cora?! Hey! This way!"

"Kiss her!"