Bands Apart [On Hold]

13. Date Night

Recap:

"To the MayAura hotel. It's in the city, so is my hotel. I'd like to get there quickly." I said.

Then the sound of someone clearing throat became audible.

"Funny, I just came from there." He said, and I froze as I turned around to face him.

It was Zayn.

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Perrie's P.O.V.

"Zayn?" I squeaked, pressing my index finger lightly over the 'end call' button, and he nodded slowly as he leaned back against the wall, and crossed his legs.

　

"Yeah I'm Zayn, and your Perrie." He said non-chalant as he slipped his hand into his pocket, and pulled a piece of gum prior to unwrapping it and popping it in his house.

　

All I could do was stare at him shell shocked as he did so.

　

What was I suppose to say? Why was he here? I thought he didn't want to talk to me?

　

Biting my lip harshly at these thoughts, I wrapped my arms around myself, and slowly approached him. "Why are you out here?" I asked quietly, and he pointed to me.

　

"To see you obviously. I told you we were going on a date today, and there's no way I'm letting you off that easy." He shrugged, blowing a minty bubble before smacking it. I almost felt bad for thinking he looked hot chewing gum, but always yelling at the girls to cut it out.

　

Then again we always make exception's for the one's we love.

　

"Unless you have other plans." He then added accusingly, and I buried my face in my hand with a heavy sigh.

　

"You heard about Paris didn't you." I muttered, daring to peek out at him from behind my fingers, and he nodded as a pain expression crossed his relaxed face.

　

Oh my gosh I was going to kill Stacey.

　

Seeing that look on Zayn's face made my heart crack with guilt. I know it wasn't my fault, but I couldn't help but feel it was. Why couldn't I have just been brave enough to front up tell her I had no interest in Paris, and that my heart belonged to someone else? What was I so afraid of?

　

"Yeah I did, and it hurt Perrie. You could've at least called before standing me up." He said, and I felt my eyes blur with tears as I looked up at him timidly.

　

"I was going to call honest, I just didn't get the chance." I said softly, and Zayn nodded slowly.

　

"Mmmhmm, yeah I hear that resturant you both went to has terrible phone service." He said sarcastically.

　

I then stomped my foot in frustration.

　

"You seriously think I went out with him by will?" I shouted, feeling all my fury about it surface. "It was a publicity stunt Zayn, my agent staged it! I would never stand you up, especially for someone like him!" I shouted. "Paris is rude, prideful, a perv, and everything not nice! Gosh I hate him more then I hate liver! Gosh Zayn!" I then couldn't help but break down in tears of frustration as his face softened.