Why? (a zayn malik fanfic)

Chapter 2

We talked for like an hour it really felt good to talk to people my age, I wanted to stay but I have to go back to the apartment because visiting time is over.

"Well I guess I'm leaving" I said standing up from my spot.

"Bye sky see you tomorrow" andrea said while giving me a hug.

I hugged her, then told the boys goodbye and heading out the door, until I felt someone pull my wrist and bringing me back to them. And seen zayn right in front of me.

I flinched because it hurt when he pulled it because I had a lot of cuts and scars there because I used to cut, I did it because of high school, dad, ex boyfriends and other stuff, but when I started talking to Andrea I stopped, but once in a while I cut.

"What are these" zayn said while looking at the cuts and scars, I started tearing up because of it.

I ran out of the room and to the stairs not even trying to go to the elevator because I heard someone running after me.

I went down to the car, opened the door and just sat in the drivers seat crying my eyeballs out.

I heard the passenger door open then someone sat next to me and close the door back again.

I didn't even bother to look at who it was, till I felt them take my hand and intertwine our fingers together.

"Hey" I heard, I recognized the voice it was zayn.

I didn't respond, he took his 2 finger and put them under my chin so I can face him, my eyes contacted his beautiful hazel eyes, we just stared at each other for what felt like hours until he started leaning in closing the gap between us, I wanted to kiss him but I can't, it's just too fast and we barely know each other and he is a famous POPSTAR. I pulled away quickly before our lips met.

"I'm sorry I can't do-" then he cutt me off.

"It's okay, it's too early to do this, I get it, but can you drop me and the boys off at our hotel, we kinda don't have a car" he laughed at the last part to lighten up the mood.

"Sure" I laughed back.

"Just let me call the boys to come down"

"K"

While he was calling the boys, I turned on the radio.

That's what makes you beautiful

I groaned loudly then turned the radio off. I looked at zayn and saw him looking at me confused I didn't know he was done talking on the phone.

"What" I asked confused.

"Why did you turn the radio off"

"I don't like pop music"

"Oh, that explains the shirt" he laughed.

"Why do you care if I turn it off"

"It's just" he stopped a second."thats our song"

"Oh, I'm sorry, it's a good song but not my type"

"No, it's ok but sometimes it's hard being a boy band"

"Are you guys like the boy bands that girls from like 10 to 17 will kill to see or want to kidnap and rape"

"Yea" he laugh loudly.