Believing in love...Again (A Zayn Malik story)

Chapter 24: Pancakes vs. Waffles

ZAYN:

'Hey Louis, me and Rashel are heading out, don't wait up.' I bent down and whispered in his ear. He looked up at me and nodded. The two of us didn't have it in us to be here anymore, it was really...I don't know, didn't feel right, I guess. I grabbed Rashel's hand and started for the exit. The cameras followed and I tried my best to ignore them but it was kind of hard to since they didn't stop throwing questions at me. I pulled Rashel along with me, guilt churning in my stomach. She wasn't used to this and she never wanted attention. Moreover, she was claustrophobic. Somehow, I managed to make it out of the building only to be surrounded by the fans and the paparazzi waiting for me outside. I just can't get a break, can I? Don't get me wrong, I love the fans, I love meeting them, I love signing things for them. But that is when I don't have a girl, Rashel especially, clinging onto my arm like it was an anchor that would avoid her from drowning into the sea of people. At times like this, when they start throwing questions at her too, I can't help but feel angry.

'That camera guy just grabbed my ass. The nerve of him.' Rashel whispered angrily. I turned to look behind her to see the guy. I moved my elbow and it accidently hit him hard in the stomach, hard enough to make him bend down and clutch his gut in pain. I looked at Rashel with a smirk and she grinned at me.

'I would've done that if I wasn't so freaked out right now.' She said and motioned to the crowd. I gave her an apologetic smile. I have no doubt that she would've done something even worse. We made our way to the limo that we came in, waiting for us at the gate. I breathed a sigh of relief as I saw Cane, the guy who drove us, standing next to the door of the limo waiting to open it as soon as we reach. I tightened my hold around Rashel's waist and dragged her faster. When we reached the limo, Cane opened the door quickly and I helped Rashel inside before jumping in myself. Cane quickly closed the door and made his way to the driver's seat. A few minutes later, we were out the exit and on our way to home. That's when Rashel finally relaxed. She then turned to look and glare at me.

'If I didn't care about you as much as I do, I would be kicking your ass for making me go through that again and again. I know I said its okay, but damn, that is scary.' She said and shuddered.

'But you do and that is all that matters.' I said and smiled cheekily at her. The rest of the car ride was silent. A few minutes into the ride, Rashel put her head on my shoulder.

'You're tired?' I asked her. She opened her mouth but then closed it. I felt a pang of hurt when I realized that she didn't want to tell me. And it was worse than I thought it would be.

'What?' I asked again, this time hoping that she would tell me.

'Nothing, I was gonna say that tired of pretending to be fine but that was way too cheesy, so I didn't.' she said and grinned at me. I sighed in relief.

'You're an idiot if you thought I wanted to keep it from you. I think we've established the fact that you're the one person I tell everything to.' She said and raised her eyebrows at me.

'You called me an idiot, you insulted me.' I said in mock surprise and anger.

'I didn't insult you, I just described you.' She said and winked at me. Wow, I didn't know what to say to that. So I simply stuck my tongue out. Mature, I know. Don't remind me of my errors.

Fifteen minutes later, Cane pulled up to our home. I got out of the car and held out my hand for Rashel.

'Always the gentleman.' She said with a smirk.

'You just couldn't have accepted it without a comment, could you?' I asked rhetorically.

'You know me best.' She grinned widely. I smiled and shook my head at her. This girl was something different. Just twenty minutes ago, she was talking to me about broken heart and relationships and now there she is, grinning at me like she didn't have anything to worry about. Like I said, something different. Or maybe she was simply bipolar. Yeah, that's probably it.