The night of the interview I was in my room, hair damp from just taking a shower and dressed in sweats and a t-shirt, ready to climb into bed when a soft knock on my door stopped me. The room was in some hotel that Simon put me in. I don’t even know.
I sighed and walked over to it, but the annoyance fled when I saw that it was Zayn. He kissed me and walked in.
“Were you about to sleep?”
“Yeah, but it can wait. What do you need?”
Zayn flopped onto the bed and I sat down next to him. “I just wanted to see you, I guess.” The lights were off because I had been about to sleep and I crawled under the covers and rested my head on Zayn’s hard, study shoulder. “You and your brother?” he asked, “Are you guys okay?”
I nodded, “Yeah. He actually took it a lot better than I thought.”
I felt Zayn’s finger tracing my cheek, making it’s way around the bruise that had formed. “Has he hit you before?” he asked.
“No,” I said. “No, of course not. He didn’t even mean to hit me back there. He was aiming for you.”
His finger continued to trace the bruise, gently and then made it’s way down to my still sore shoulder. “If he walked in, right now, what would he think?”
I laughed, “He’d probably get out a gun and kill us both.”
Zayn smirked, and the smile lit up the dark room so much that I had to catch my breathe.
I shifted, “You’re famous, you know,” I said.
He laughed, his chest shaking. “I know.”
“So how is that...how are we gonna, you know work?”
He was silent for a second before his arm was wrapped around me tight and for the first time in a long while I really felt safe. “We have the whole summer off for recording a new album in L.A. You and Jason could live down there, near me and the lads house if you wanted, or live with us, but I feel like Jason wouldn’t love that too much.”
I laughed, “Definitely not.”
“We’d be busy, but you could watch us in the studio. We go on tour in the winter, but we can figure that out when the time comes. You could come with us...unless you wanted to stay in L.A-”
“Why would I want that?” I asked. “I don’t have anything there.”
“You will,” he assured me. “Isn’t there anything that you’ve ever wanted to do with your life?”
“No really,” I answered. “Most of my life had been one thing and one thing only. Survival.”
“That can change now,” Zayn said. “You can do anything that you want in L.A.”
“I have always kind of wanted to paint,” I said.
“Paint?” Zayn asked. “I love to draw.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, I used to draw all the time.”
The idea did seem pretty amazing.
“Plus,” Zayn said, leaning down and his breathe brushed against my lips. “You’ll have one more thing in L.A. to look forward to.”
“And what might that be?”
“Me.”
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I'll Take Care of You
FanfictionKaylie and her brother are alone. No parents, they died when they were younger. Well, one was murdered and one committed suicide but either way they're both dead. They take care of themselves, of each other. It's how they grew up. They thought that...
