With You: Chapter One

With You: Chapter Three

After the event we all had to go to an after party. I had to go with zayn, of course.

Once we got in the venue, we could spread out a little. I saw Taylor and Lexi.

"Where have you been?" Lexi asked me.

I looked over in Zayn's direction.

"I thought you hated him?" Taylor said.

"Yeah well I don't have much of a choice." I said quietly. They understood right away.

"Did Tim make you do it? Are you getting paid?" Lexi said.

"Yes, and No." I said quietly. They could tell I was bummed out. "i'm just going to go get some fresh air." I said.

I found stairs that led up to the roof. The cool air felt refreshing. I dangled my feet over the edge of the building. The view was breath taking. The london lights lit up like stars.

I heard the rooftop door open behind me, i turned around

"shit." a husky voice mumbled under his breath. It was Zayn. I turned back around.

"You can sit if you want." I said quietly, not turning around to face him. Without saying anything, he sat down next to me. We just sat there in silence.

"You know if we have to do this we might as well talk to eachother." I said, as much as it killed me.

"I thought you hated me?" He said.

"Everyone thinks that about me," we laughed a little,"i dont hate you." I finished.

"youre not too bad, i guess." He said with a cute little smile... I mean.. just a smile. Shit.

"So since I don't want to fake date a total stranger, tell me something about yourself." I said.

He looked off in the distance, not reacting, I didnt know if he heard me, then he said, "I have three sisters." He said.

I paused.

"Something I couldn't read in a magazine." I said.

He paused again.

"Then he opened up with wallet, he took out an old photo of a little boy with an old woman. "This is my grandmother, she's taken care of me since I was three." He said.

I smiled looking at the cute little boy with a huge smile across his face, so innocent.

"She died last year.." He said.

"oh.. I'm really sorry." I said, always awkward like usual.

He smiled a little. "Your turn." He said. "You know, out of any celebrity ive ever met I know the least about you, couldn't even tell you where youre from."

"Manchester." I said.

"Alright.. well whats your family like, your mum and dad?" He said.

I paused, "fine-" i quickly changed subject. I didn't want to say too much. Zayn understood.

"So how did you get your spot in the group?" He asked.

"I was just singing in a coffee shop." I told him. "Some guy picked me up and brought me to the studio."

"Did you want this?"

"What?" I asked.

"This." he said, pointing to my dress, the limos below us.

I shook my head. "To be honest I think its all ridiculous." I finished.

He smiled, like he understood.

"So... " Zayn paused. "Why didn't you want to talk about your parents? If ya dont mind me asking" He asked.

Fucking noisy.

I fumbled with my hands.

"I just don't see them much." I said.

"why not?" He asked.

"uhhhhh..." I looked for the words, "they're dead." I finished.

I hated telling people that, they never know what to say and then they just pity me, I don't want fucking pity, that's why I don't tell anyone that.

"I'm so sorry." Zayn said, he looked confused.

"it's fine it was a long time ago." I said.

It grew kind of awkward.

"You know we are pretty similar." Zayn said. I hope he felt like this, I never feel similar to anyone. I guess it's because of my past. I can't connect with people.. but Zayn did get pretty close.

"yeah." I agreed. I paused. "So who is your girlfriend back home?" I asked.

He looked at me in shock, "How did you know about that?" He paused. "Well she's not my girlfriend, we've just been friends forever and we started hanging out and stuff, but no ones supposed to know."

I nodded, "Your secrets safe with me."

Zayn looked at me kind of funny, like he was looking at me very closely.

"You're different than I thought you were." He said.

"You too." I replied.

Then I'm not exactly sure how it happend, but before I knew it his hands were wrapped around my waist and our lips were pressed together, except there was no paparazzi in sight.