Secrets (Zayn Malik)

Chapter 12

“Love, are you sure you don’t want to say goodbye to your family?”

“No. We’re already in the waiting room for the plane.”

“You can always call them.”

I sighed as I looked at the ground. “Zayn, it’s…it’s just too early. I can’t right now.”

I felt his arm around me. “I know you. I know you have too big of a heart to keep this up and I know it’s killing you to do this. They love you.”

“Yeah…well, it’s not easy getting over a broken heart. Betrayal is hard.”

“But…you can’t think of it as betrayal. They were trying to spare your feelings because they didn’t want you to feel like you weren’t wanted with your old family. It was all out of love.”

I’m being a bitch. Zayn’s right, it is out of love but every time I want to talk to Louis or any of my family, I just can’t. I want to but I can’t find it in me.

“I will talk to them but just give me time please. I’m hurting too and I just need time.”

“Alright, love.”

I looked over at Louis who was looking at the ground, head in his hands as I sighed. He was hurting just like I was and I was dying to talk to him but I just can’t. I can’t find the words, the actions, anything to talk to him.

“Flight 508 to New York will be boarding in 15 minutes. Passenger’s get ready.”

My first time to New York. Holy shit.

“Okay, I’m scared.” I whispered as we got into the plane and took our seats.

Zayn chuckled. “Don’t worry, it’s all fine. Niall’s already out cold.”

I looked over at where Niall was sitting and laughed as I saw him drooling. Harry was right next to him as he was taking “hot” selfies on the plane, making me roll my eyes.

Sophia and Liam were playing some kind of game on paper and I shook my head at their maturity level as I looked at where Louis was sitting with Eleanor.

He had his eyes closed as he rested his head on El’s shoulder, a frown prominent of his face. I looked at Eleanor as she looked at me and gave me a small smile and I returned it, suddenly feeling guilty.

“Everything will get better.”

I looked at Zayn and smiled. “Thank you for being there for me. Thank you for not giving up on me and letting me stay at your flat.”

“Our flat.” He corrected me.

And even though it shouldn’t but my stomach was doing cartwheels as my heart raced in my chest. “Our flat.”

“You know, I’ve always wanted that kind of thing where you and your best friend live together. It’s pretty cool.”

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(Third Person POV):

New York City was the second London. With the crowded streets, the busy stores and the bipolar weather, it would make you feel as if you never left London. But with Alyson, it was a different story.

Sure she’s been on tour with Louis and the others before but it was never when they were in New York City. She absolutely adores it.

She adores the tall buildings and the busy streets. She adores the way just the name of the city gives you energy. She loves how barely anyone drives and they’re mostly in taxis.

She loves Times Square.

It was her dream place and to be able to be here just made her feel over the moon.