Sex, Drugs, and One Direction 2

Marry?

(Sorry in advance for any mistakes. I’m trying to watch the vow and write at the same time. Also I know from the very first book she started out at 15, well I’m going to try and go back to change her beginning age to 16.

So that would make her 17 now since she also had her birthday in the last book. It will be confusing, but the age difference is bothering me and some of you also. Thanks guys!)

Zayn POV

“We need to talk.” Niall’s voice rang. I jogged up the stairs and into my old room, quietly shutting the door.

“What’s up?” I sat in my old computer chair and lifted some old sketch books. I flipped through the books seeing what horrible drawings I had done in the past years.

“It’s about Sam.” I leaned back in the chair propping my feet on the desk.

“What about her?” I questioned raising my brows. I sat up and leaned over propping my arms up on my knees.

“She should have never come back.” What the hell?

“What the fuck man?” Is he on some shit?

“Look man, all she has done is cause trouble. I mean I can tell some shit is about to go down.” I am confused on how the hell this is coming up. I mean I thought Niall and Sam were best friends. Then again I haven’t seen them talk and Sam has been buddy, buddy with Harry.

“No, you’re wrong. Stop trying to start shit. I mean why the hell are you gonna say she is the problem whenever you were the one who got her? C’mon Niall.” I didn’t want to yell at him like I was, but this was too ridiculous.

“Zayn, she is trouble.” I had enough of hearing him.

“Niall, Sam causing trouble is in the past. I love her, I don’t care if you have a problem with her, but you sure as well will get past it for her sake of being in the band. I love her to the point of marrying her.” The line was silent and I heard him sigh.

With that I hit the end call button and tossed my phone onto the desk.

I sighed and lightly squeezed the bridge of my nose trying to massage the tension. I looked up when I heard a light knock on the door. “Uh come in.”

The door opened to reveal Sam standing in my door way. “Hi you um disappeared and the girls said you were up here.”

“Yeah, I had to take a call.” She gave a nod and walked in. It was apparent that it was awkward tension in here. She looked around the room as she picked up a few drawings I had done.

“So this is the famous bedroom of the famous Zayn Malik.”

“The one where I hid to draw and sing to myself.” I laughed standing up. I walked closer and put my hands on her face drawing her in closer. I went in for a long kiss. But it was short. She pulled away and closed her eyes, placing a hand on my chest.

“It’s getting late. And we need to get to the hotel.”

“Yeah, sure.” She left my room and I followed her down the stairs to say goodbye to everyone.

“You come by anytime.” My mom said hugging Sam tight before she got into the car. I shut her door and turned to my mum.

“I like her Zayn; she has a good head on her shoulders.” She kissed my cheek and I hopped in the car with Sam.

“They were wonderful.” Sam said breaking the silence. I put my blinker on to get over into the next lane.