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

• Chapter 8 •

YOU BELONG WITH ME • CHAPTER 8

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

Liam had planned on taking Roslyn and the other's out today and show them around a bit. Louis had offered for me, Selena, and Zayn to go shopping. Of course, Niall had gone with Liam. I seriously started to begin to notice Ros...but like the silent person I was, I really didn't want to say anything if I could avoid it.

"Ready to go blondie?" Louis was just now making his way into the little hotel room that Selena, Camille, and I shared.

"Aye me matey. You heard the captain! Up!" I nudged Selena.

"Hurtful," I heard Lou say under his breath directing to Zayn.

"Why can't I come?" Camille whined.

"There are six seats..." Sel trailed.

Louis was now standing in front of the cheesy flatscreen followed by a letterman jacketed Zayn and a Harry Styles. Best way I can describe him, him being so perfect and all...

"Nice morning voice Dill." His brown eyes gleamed in the light, his tan skin stunning as ever.

"I'll have you know I have been up and showered for at least," I glanced down at the fashionable red wrist watch, "fifteen minutes. Still!" I kicked Zayn, who now sat at the foot if the bed.

If only he knew how cute he was.

I saw Lou give me an odd look as I giggled like a little girl when Zayn grabbed my feet as I tried to kick him, and dragged me off the end.

"Hey! Precious cargo!"

"You wish!" Harry snorted.

"Your hot." Camille announced. Typically, it was said to him.

"You're not."

The whole room exploded, as Louis scooped me up an carried me twoards the door frame. "No one messes with MY little sister."

"Sister?"

"Yup." He added a pop to the 'p'. "'Cuz your my bestest friend Dill." He planted a kiss on my cheek, again, almost making me squeal like I did when Zayn toyed with me.

While the girls ran into the bathroom to change, the boys took me out to the hallway.

"Is there an ice maker on this floor?" Harry asked.

What? "Umm, down the hallway, right side?" It was more of a question than a statement.

"Why?" Zayn raised a brow, adjusting his huge black frames on his nose.

"I want some to throw at your red head in their. She's seriously acting like a cat in heat. Yeah, I find it attractive but come on..."

I noticed I was staring at Zayn again. He was really muscular. I could just tell by his arms. He was looking away, studying a painting that hung in the hallways next to the hotel door. Maybe he has a thing for art. That's pretty neat.

"What you staring at Dill?" Louis said, trying to mimic my stance and position his eyes to where mine were.

"Nothing. Just, the painting."

You know, Lou was like the only one besides Liam that I could talk to straight in the face out of the band. And now, Zayn had a pocket mirror out, staring in the reflection of himself, still where he stood with his back to us.

***Louis's P.O.V.***

Look, I know how love goes.

You don't just immediately fall for someone at first sight of them. I get that. But the way I've seen Dillon staring at Zayn like Niall does with Oreo's, I couldn't really help but pick up on it.

"Oh. Nice work of art isn't it? Very...mysterious. But, a quiet little scene of a cabin deep in a dark woods." I referred to Zayn, hoping Dillon might catch on to what I actually meant.

"Yeah. I love the tans and different shades the used on the logs themselves. Looks very..." she said admiringly, "beautiful in a strange way."

Did she honestly mean that? Or...was she talking about him? I still have the slightest clue how they honestly met.

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

"Zayn. Put. The. Mirror. Down." Harry stood, taking the silvery object and hanging it back on the rack while I watched from the clothes racks. I felt really odd trying to sneak a glance anymore ever since I carefully patched it over back at the hotel. And with Louis on my case back their, it seriously's hard to-

"What are we looking at here?" Louis crouched down to get to my level and Harry came close behind, brushing and keeping his left hand on my shoulder.

"Um...well..I..."

"Haz look! Camille's bra shopping!" Louis pointed to a random spot.

"Where!" The curly-haired boy got to his feet, running full blast to go find Camille.

"That make you more comfortable? Now can you talk."

I nodded, and looked Louis in the eyes.

"Do you like..Zayn?"

"No! Of course not!" I looked down, trying to hide it.

"Your lying. You put your head down when you talked to me," he smiled, crossing his arms over his chest and pushing clothes back to fill the gap that I looked at Zayn through.

"No, Lou-Lou, I never look people in the eye when I talk. And you very well know that and it's been what...two days?"

"Not with me you don't."

Uh, oh. Now how are you going to pull yourself out of this mess Dillon.

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

I could have sworn that I saw someone dart behind the clothes rack. Then, I got the feeling of like when Someone's staring at you. I found my mirror, and stood there not only checking my reflection just...seeing who was back there.

There were now two other figures along with a familiar one I knew. Dillon. Zayn, are you seeing things? Definetly not when I confirmed the other two peering out the gap as Harry ran and Louis, after a while, emerged, stepping my way. I still never kept my eyes off Dill. Well, until the clothes were pushed together again, making a solid so I really couldn't see her, if it makes sense.

But, wait. She was my friend. A friend I found online by mistake and now she's here because her friend is Liam's sister. Now, if that isn't a mouthful and confusing, I don't know what is.

"Hey sexy! You look fine now can you pry your face from the glass and talk with me for a few seconds?"

"Yeah, Lou. Sure."

Did he notice me? I mean, I looked back from a mirror it's not like I made eye contact physically. Just picture-ally? I don't know. And just the way he looked told me it was something Dillon related.