This, is Touri Cowell.

Jealousy

I took a deep breath and stepped closer to Justin trying to avoid the paps. When we got there Scooter was there and he had the brilliant idea for us to go out, just to go out. He said it was good for our image or something. We were trying to squeeze our way into Starbucks. When we finally did every jaw in the shop dropped. There was a group of about 3 girls squealing in the corner of the shop. Their tiny feet pounding on the tiled floors while their eyes streamed with tears. I nudged Zayn on my side and pointed at the girls,

                “Should we go talk to them while they go get drinks?”

He smiled and nodded and followed me while I clicked over to them. The short red-headed one’s eyes fluttered and I heard her breath faltered while the other’s squealed. I put my hand on the red-head’s back,

                “Are you okay?”

Between breaths she breathed,

                “You’re Touri Cowell…. And he’s Zayn Malik!!” she screamed pointing at us.

Zayn gave her a small wave and a great smile. The three of them flooded us with praises but the petite blomde one asked,

                “When are you guys ever going to get together, you two are adorable together.” She gushed.

Things got awkward. I opened my mouth to say something while Zayn looked at me expecting an answer along with them. I sighed with relief as Harry shouted us over to ask what we wanted. I got my drink and headed out of the shop while people kept their phone cameras pointed at us. I slid my black Ray Bans over my face and linked arms with Zayn. I cleared my throat,

                “Bieber… Where should we go now?”

                “Well… We could go see—“ he was interrupted by 9 metallic gun shots. Was that 9? I lost count after I felt a sting between my neck and my shoulder. I didn’t feel anything really, I collapsed on the ground. Everybody was a blur. Zayn was doing something with his shirt, tearing it in pieces to try to cover it. Harry was holding my head off the concrete, tears were already streaming down his face. Justin, Niall, Louis, chasing Liam around while he was yelling at someone on the phone. I looked over to Zayn who was shouting at me, I blinked at him. What was he saying? My vision shook and blurred even more as I heard sirens. There was murmuring as someone shooed Zayn and Harry away from me. Another person pulled Zayn away as I was lifted onto another surface. Where was he going? Where was he going? I shouted for him,

                “Zayn!” the pain was coming back, and finally my vision went black.

I couldn’t feel anything, I couldn’t hear anything, I couldn’t say anything al I could do is hear. I heard the click of a door and voices whispering in the room. I could hear a New York accent the rest were voices I recognized. My boys, I knew their voice. Zayn’s voice was shooting questions at the doctor,

                “Is she going to be okay? When will she wake up? Is there a lot of damage?”

I could hear the boys shoot other questions at the doctor but then he said something,

                “She’ll be fine, she should be up within the next hour or so.”

They tried flooding him with more questions but he ignored them and there was a click and silence. I could hear Liam talking on the phone with someone, my uncle, Lindsey, someone that would know what to do. I felt a hand intertwine with mine. I heard a small sniff, I tried to wiggle my toes. I could do that so I tried to return whoever was holding my hand. I opened my eyes to a blinding light directly above me. I blinked a few more times and turned my head, Louis eyes widened and a smile grew on his face as he shook Harry and Liam to turn to see me. Zayn let go of my hand and took my face in his hand, kissing me all over the face Harry, Liam and Louis took turns doing the same. I smiled weakly, that’s all I could do. I furrowed my brows a bit and winced before I could drag the word out of my mouth, there was an unbearable pain in my neck,

                “What happened?”