Abbie Allison Styles -English version ~(One direction, Zayn Malik, #Wattys2020 )

11~ Sooner or later you'll agree (Part 1)

"Abbie!" Harry came up to me quickly, he was concerned, you could see from miles away.

"She's fine, the worst is over", replied Zayn smiling once more.

"How are you?" Louis asked followed by Niall who was eating a sandwich.

"All right." My brother answered, kneeling to my height, with one hand he took to caress my pale cheek. "Did you eat something before you left?" Asked looking at Niall, who made him a tongue.

"N-No." I did a long sigh while Zayn sat beside me holding my hair up.

"Thanks Zayn." My brother stated smiling.

The latter nodded only to put once again his hazel irises on me, then his lips opened in a huge smile and I, as usual, embarrassed I looked down.

"We'il wait for you in the car." Winked Louis.

"You had me worried." Zayn suddenly began.

"Do you care?" I said with a veil of sadness.

He didn't answer, but he looked at me terribly.

"Why do you believe this of me?! Why do you think I don't have a heart?" He snapped slightly irritated.

"So I just made you feel sorry for it, that's why..-"

"Stop! Always to think negative." He Snorted looking elsewhere.

"I'm a realist and these are two different things."

"If you were a realist you'd notice", He said by lowering his tone of voice.

"Of what?"

"Abbie, how are you?" Niall interrupted.

"Oh.. Well, yes I'm fine." I pretended a smile while continuing to look Zayn, who had his gaze fixed on the floor.

"I don't want to bother you, but... what do you say we get back in the car?"

"Don't bother Niall." Zayn growled rising the voice and going to sit in the car.

"One day he will explain the reason for his problems." He laughed handing a hand to get up.

"That day will be very far then." I answered sad by accepting her help.

After a few hours, the great structure of the airport of Stansted appeared before our eyes. Liam parked his car in a private place and one by one began to bring out our luggage. So it was that we walked to the entrance, but I could barely move, because of a heavy suitcase and the huge bag I was carrying on my shoulder. Zayn noticed me, so he came up looking at me insistently. Embarrassed because of my clumsy movements, I looked down trying to avoid her which by now pierced my skin.

"Give it to me." He held out his hand making me sign to leave his suitcase "it's too heavy." He went on thoughtfully.

I didn't answer that, that behavior was making me alter a lot.

"I'll do it myself." I said ini a thousand mental thoughts.

"We have a flight in two hours, I'd like you to make it for that time." He laughed stopping by the arm.

I turned my eyes to the sky freewing away from its grip and continuing to walk, until when fast paced, he surpassed me little gently, I almost did not find myself on the ground, for all that weight I wore.

I snorted and continuing to follow the boys. Meanwhile, I looked at him. I looked at him carefully without being able to do less. The half-sleeves shirt left his arms uncovered, giving me full view of his sculpted muscles. His hand, dragging the handle of the suitcase, was so huge and mighty. In a moment I imagined how it was to be found in his arms, between those big and warm arms. All the feeling I could feel and/to that thought a long trail of shivers pervaded me.