𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐃 | z.m. #MissionDesi

Chapter 20

"Are they ready?" The guy peeked into the dressing room. The boys were getting ready for their interview in London, after the concert last night. I was afraid that they might question Zayn about last night, but he kept me telling everything is gonna be fine and they'd handle it. He was gonna make our relationship official today. So, I skyped my Mom and Dad and told them about us, they were really happy, especially Dad. I was satisfied by their reaction.

"Yea, they're almost ready!" I answered. He nodded and gave me a smile.

"Stop doing that! Everything's going to be good.." Zayn said pointing towards my heel, which I was constantly tapping and didn't realise. I'm still nervous.

"Zayn! What if they don't like me?" I asked him. He got up from his seat and held my hand. My gaze shifted to him.

"Ash! Babe.. they'll love you. And even if they don't, that doesn't matter." He said as he kissed the back of my hand. I sighed and nodded.

"Boys, you should be there in 2." The same guy spoke again and disappeared before replying. I hugged all of them before going. Soph and El dragged me to a room where we could see the interview on a T.V. The boys talked, made hilarious jokes and were messing with the interviewer. We laughed along.

"So, obviously the fans wanna know, how many of you are taken?" The interviewer asked. A smile found its way on Zayn's lips. My heart started racing and my face became concerned. El noticed it and gave my hand a squeeze. Liam and Louis rapidly raised their hand. After a second or two, Zayn raised his hand. The fans went wild. I blushed slightly.

"Zayn, is it the same person that you sang a song for at yesterday's concert?" The lady asked. He nodded.

"Yea, we had a misunderstanding, but everything's good now." He answered and the boys smiled.

"Would you like to tell us the name?" The interviewer asked again. I was a bit nervous. I took a deep breath to calm myself. Zayn smiled.

"Yea sure, her name is Aisha." He said. I loved to hear my name in his thick British accent. It was one of my obsessions right now.

"And she's our lovely designer!" Niall added. I laughed at his enthusiasm. Soon, a picture of me and Zayn came on the background, which was from his tweet of our painting. I smiled as I looked at the picture, we had the wall on the back, Zayn had a pout face and I slicked my tongue out from a corner of my lips. Our outfits had some paint spots. I got lost in the memory of that day, the way we ran in our room for a paint fight, how we were about to kiss, the others just came in the wrong moment.

My phone rang, it was an unknown number. I excused the girls and went to a corner the accept the call.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Stay away from him!" The male voice threatened me. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. I had never heard this voice before.

"Who is this?" I asked him, I wasn't scared of him, I was angry.

"Just, stay away from him!" He said again.

"Who the hell are you to tell-" Before I could complete, he ended the call. Who was this? I shook my head and went backstage. The interview was over, the boys came. I was thinking if I should tell anyone about this. Maybe no. I had already made them worry enough for me. I sighed and joined them in the bus.

Why was he threatening me about Zayn? 

"Ash!!!" Niall yelled in my ear.