You Belong With Me (A Zayn Malik Fan-fic)

• Chapter 7 •

YOU BELONG WITH ME • CHAPTER 7

***Dillon's P.O.V.***

No way. It was him!

"Dillon?" escaped his lips.

"Mmhmm." I replied, looking down for comfort. I was too shy to look him in the eye. Figures.

"You two know each other?" Liam broke out the question. I glanced over to Roslyn who was laughing with Selena with Niall.

"Yeah. Somewhat."

"Mmhmm."

"Is 'mmhmm' all you say Dill?" Camille poked my side. "She's really shy. Sensitive. Quiet. You really have a good movie date."

"Camille!" I hissed.

Zayn chuckled. I looked up to the seat in front of us. Blythe and Liam were just, staring into each others eyes. I could swear they had to be holding hands...

"So, nice glasses." He pulled his black ones off and I did the same with my slightly more larger purple ones. I really did need them to see, most people thought I wore them to be different or as a joke.

"Thanks. Uh..." Jeez Dill say something!! Why am I so shy? "You too."

"And I said we call the band 'Niall and the Potatoes! How funny would that be?!" Niall blared causing everyone to start cracking up around him.

"That's so dumb it's hilarious!" Selena had her head in her lap, crying with tears.

"So...can you tell me where your from now?" Zayn smiled at me.

"Miami. Florida. That's in the U.S-"

"I know, Dillon," he laughed, "so...let me introduce myself properly. I'm Zayn Malik, spelled with a 'y' now."

I shook his hand. "Dillon. Dillon Chase." I still couldn't look him in the eye. I put my giant frames back on my face, then tried to see what Liam and Blythe were doing...hmmmm....

"Okay, everyone bail!" Niall fell out the door, and had to literally pick up Roslyn and Sel behind him because they couldn't move, basically they looked like they were mental.

"Go ahead," Zayn pushed the door on it's hinge.

"Thanks." I know I blushed, just by the hot sensation on the apples of my cheek. Oh no. I can't do it now! No! But it just came out. "I gotta pee, I gotta pee!"

"Bathrooms in our room. Turn left, second on the right. Go past the kitchen, open the door and your there?" Niall looked confused at me.

"I GOTTA PEE!...." And I went for the door to the X-Factor remaining contestants' home. I got a really odd look from a girl with really cool eyebrows and her hair in massive curls on top of her head. I didn't care.

***Zayn's P.O.V.***

"She always do this?" I raised a brow at Roslyn who was still giggling as Niall had her and Selena under his arms and holding on to him.

"Mhmm. She ALWAYS has to poop. Poop?! I mean pee! PEEEE! PEEPEE!"

Great, and the three of them were laughing again.

"Come on you idiots." Liam picked Roslyn up and away from Niall, giving him a look I couldn't define. Niall helped Selena up as we headed in.

"Sorry about those two," Blythe came up to my side. "They can be a bit...rowdy."

I laughed and escorted her in. Cher was down by the landing ready to go somewhere. Ripped jeans and all.

"Have you seen my combat boots? Did Harry hide them again?"

"I have no idea. I bet it was Lou. We're going up if you want to go off." Liam suggested, holding his sister in one arm.

"You know I just may have to take you up on the offer." Cher smirked and lead the way, introducing herself to the four girls.

"This is Camille. Selena's with Niall over there, and Roslyn is Liam's little sister who's laughing with Sel and Niall. I'm Blythe." Wow, she really knew her manners.

"NIALL AND THE POTATOES ARE BACK BAAAY-BEEE!"

Hahaha, snorts and anything you can imagine engulfed the whole landing. Just by the three of them.

"Zayn, let's get them upstairs...now." Liam rushed through gritted teeth.

***Dillon's P.O.V.***

"Hello, blondie." A tall brunette wearing a Superman shirt and some jeans walked up to me.

"Dillon." I smiled, glancing over to the wall.

"No need to be shy! I estimate your...Roslyn's friend?"

"Yeah.."

A huge snore came from the couch.

"Harry! Get up!" He threw a stray pillow from the filthy floor at the curly haired boy crashed on the couch. "I'm Louis. Louis 'The Tomo' Tomlinson." He had a really nice smile on him, and really interesting voice.

I giggled when Harry started to wake up, and when some inappropriate words started to be thrown at Louis, I covered my ears. I've always hated hate, fighting, the ugly words, confrontation, excetera.

"The girl's are here probably in the lob-"

"Louis Tomlinson!" A girl very fashionably dressed screamed, opening the door wide. I saw a look of panic on his face.

"Just play along," he whispered, as Harry went for the bathroom.

"Where's my combat boots?" She crossed her arms over her chest.

"Uh, your closet? Down by the landing? I don't know."

"Yeah." I implied, looking down yet again.

"Ugh!" She tore off towards the direction Harry went in. "Harry! Harry Styles!"

"They're in Harry's stuff."

"You set him up?"

"It's what I do best." With a cheeky smile, I was pulled into a hug. "I like you."

"Your pretty okay yourself slick."

"Hey! You actually look up when you talk! Wow! By the way, would you like a carrot or two?"

"Uh...sure." I grinned as he lead me into the even filthier kitchen. After the bathroom though, I was prepared for anything.

***Zayn's P.O.V.***

"Lou? Harry? Cher? Dillon?"

"I'm here!" I heard two voices ring out from the kitchen area. I nudged a pizza box out of the way as a little trail of clean floor lead into a pretty open space of carpet in the living room, as well as a couch and two chairs.

"So, this is the room." Liam stood in the way as Louis and Dillon came back crunching on some orange baby carrots and a bottle of ranch that Dillon was squirting on hers.

"Li? Are you kidding me?" Roslyn went to step, and pulled her sneakered foot back when she saw underwear on the floor. Blythe was gagging at the stink. Selena and Niall were still laughing not to care and Camille had her nose pinched and very timidly scampered around to make her way to the couch.

I saw Liam and Louis and Niall go for Selena, Blythe, Roslyn and Dillon's eyes, and I ran to cover Camille's. Knowing the signal. Cher came out with her combat boots and left before Harry emerged out of the bathroom.

"Harry! Clothes!"

"Oooh! Zayn quit covering my eyes!" A little squealed followed from the girl.

"Camille!" Blythe hissed.

"Wha? Fine. I'll put clothes on..." he groaned and headed into the bedroom door, closing it behind him. Grumbling as he went, as usual.

Good old Harry.