This, is Touri Cowell.

Cross-Faded

Zayn's POV

I frowned down a Touri who was passed out sloppily on the floor in her room. Me and the boys were planning in surprising her in LA and Simon had agreed to take her out while we got situated. I was now staring down at her. When she burst in she was laughing wildly about animal print condoms. When she saw us she each gave us a large hug and a kiss on the cheek. She said she was going to her room to to put her sexy Pajamas on. But she never came back and me and Harry went to go check on her. She was laying sloppily on the floor in pink plaid pajama pants and she was half-way tangled in a white shirt. It looked like she had gotten into a fight with her shirt and lost. Me and Harry picked her up and pulled the rest of her shirt on. I lifted the sheets and stuffed her into the white cloud that was her bed. Harry went out while I wrapped the blankets closer around her. He as now outside murmuring to Simon about how he shouldn't worry and that she's part Irish and it's in her blood. She was quite a mix, Irish, Italian (That's where she got to be so loud.), and Hawaiian. It made her a rare breed and I loved it. She was wild, fun, would, over-opinionated, and kindness all wrapped up in a skinny, 5 foot 6 inch vessel. She puts on a selfish act, but I can see through it. Her kindness shone when she was with the fans, it even shone when she was with us. But when the cameras rolled around her light was veiled by the fame. I just wished it could have been normal. Maybe we should have an intervention.... No, she'd be so mad. I leaned over and kissed her cheek, making her lips tilt upwards a little. I shut off the lights and was just about to leave the room when I heard whimpers. I stopped in my tracks and turned around. She really does do this a lot huh? I approached the quivering ball that was my “best friend” on the bed and pulled her into me. She was sobbing now, not the cute, soundless tears but the loud ones. The ones that sounded like hyena coughs the blubbering pathetic ones. What did she dream about at night anyways? I saw her arms begin to search as she whimpered,

“Where are you?”

Just then she found my chest and pulled me closer to her. What was happening? She was muttering something inaudibly and her legs were twitching slightly. I sat there with confused eyes staring down at the now peaceful Touri with her arms wrapped around my torso. We just sat there until I felt her grip loosen which wasn't until an hour later. When they did loosen I tried to gently pull them off of me. Just then, her puffy red eyes fluttered open. Her grip tightened around me before she looked up. Was she high? Simon said she went out with her friends out here after dinner and I guess that's what they were doing. She was cross faded, I could tell now. She murmured something and peeled herself away from me. She blinked a few time before sitting up and pushing her hair out of her face. She turned to me and rested her head in her hands and stared at me. Intently, a very... very... focused stare. Suddenly she opened her mouth,

“Zayn... You're fucking hot.”

“What?” I asked, dumbfounded.

“You're beautiful... Have I ever told you that?”

“No.. I don't get that a lot.”

She scooted closer to me, “Oh well, you're gorgeous and you're a great... great... friend.”

This was bad. I opened my mouth to find and answer but she interrupted me with a kiss. It wasn't like her normal “Drunk kiss” it was soft, passionate, and gentler then our normal snog. This, was a kiss and a good one too. Suddenly I felt her lips stop moving, did she fall asleep kissing me? I pushed her limp body away from me, she sure did. I laughed, and set her down on the bed and covered her in the covers. I stepped out of the room and closed the door with a click. The boys and Simon were laughing and staring at a TV screen. It was a recording of Touri the day before throwing remarks at the contestants on the screen.

“Okay... I'm sorry, but.. just because you can talk relatively fast doesn't mean that you're a good rapper...” I laughed with them, she would say that.

Harry looked up at me,

“Is she okay?”

That's a loaded question,

“Yeah.”

I figured that I was tired so I decided to go to my room. I plopped my self onto the bed tearing my shirt off and changing my pants for a pair of basketball shorts. I couldn't wait to explain everything to her in the morning.