Chap 3

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The tour is about to be over soon. To say that it has been a great experience would be an understatement.

I'm suffering from a lot of anxiety as to what future holds for me and zayn. I just hope that he always stays with me and I with him. I don't want us both to be apart.

I'll lose myself.

Currently I'm sitting in our tour room as the boys are busy playing games and zayn is sleeping.

"Turn on the TV, someone?"

I asked, hoping that any one of them will listen. Surprisingly, niall turns on the TV and hands over the remote to me.

I thank him and switch channels, searching for something that I want to watch.

Zayn shuffles a little as I look at him. He looks so peaceful and beautiful. There's no doubt that sleep brings peace. Sleep is an escape to get away from everything.

I sigh, thinking about him being away from me again.

I hope it never happens.

He gets up and sits on the couch, yawning. He looks around as if searching for something. He looks at the boys who are busy with themselves. He turns around and looks at me, his lips suddenly turning into a smile.

I grin back, feeling alive.

He gets up from the couch he was sleeping on, making his way towards the couch where I'm sitting.

"Slept well?"

I asked, he simply nods.

He sits beside me, putting his hand on my thigh, leaning in as we kiss.

"Let's go to another room"

He says as I realize what he wants. I feel my heart flutter, knowing what we're about to do.

He grins as well as I nod and we get up.

We reach our dressing room. Literally.
We both continue what we were doing, he kisses me passionately as I do the same.

"I love you"

He breathes.

"I love you more"

It gets heated soon and we forget about everything that has been going on around us. Only remembering each other.

The rest is history.







"Little mix is also in LA for their tour, zayn you better go and spend time with Perrie, your fiance"

Zayn tenses up as i feel my heart shattering at the mention of her. I don't hate her, I just hate sharing zayn.

She's using him. She doesn't want him, she wants fame. She's not going to leave him until she gets what she desires. I just hate her cold and selfish heart. Sure she's beautiful and pretty, but her heart is selfish. She's using the person that's not only my boyfriend but the person who makes me feel alive.

I hate her for that and hate is a strong word.

"Stop calling her that. The engagement will end soon anyway"

Zayn speaks through gritted teeth.

"Soon as in, two years?"

Mark chuckled.

Heartless. They're heartless.

"I'm sure you and harry will never be able to make it, better leave each other now then later"

Mark says, harshly.

"You don't fucking know anything, you selfish heartless bitch"

I bite back as anger rushes over me and zayn holds me back when I stand up.

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