She's Not Afraid

"Good luck," Zayn whispered into my ear as he hugged me from behind. 

"Who needs luck when I've got talent," I said back cheekily.

Zayn kissed me behind the ear. "You never cease to amaze me," He said.

I loved feeling his hot breath on my ear when he spoke. I didn't want him to let go, but this wasn't the time or place for us to be getting all lovey dovey. I had a crowd to please. 

"Renee, you're on in one minute," the director called.

Zayn unwrapped his arms from my waist and let me get ready to perform. I put in my ear piece and grabbed my mike.

"3,2," The Director mouthed. I knew I didn't have to wait for him to mouth 1. I walked across the stage and put my mike in the mike stand as the crowed cheered and applauded. I was going to be doing a slow song tonight which was different because I usually sing songs with a really fun dance routine. 

When the track started playing the audience started clapping their hands in synch with the beat while some of them swayed their arms from left to right. 

"Remember those walls I built," I began.

"Well baby they're tumbling down, they didn't even put up a fight, they didn't even make a sound," I began to lose myself in the music. 

The rest of the song went pretty well. The audience applauded when I nailed the high notes and they cheered when I looked backstage at Zayn when I sang certain lines. No doubt they knew he was here tonight. Most of the people here were hardcore directioners and they knew the exact latitude and longitude of the locations the boys were in. 

They also knew Zayn and I were officially an item. There were those nice ones that would tweet me about how lucky I was to be dating Zayn Malik and then there were those nasty ones who would say I was only using Zayn for publicity. 

I sang the last line of the song and smiled from ear to ear as the audience clapped and cheered and screamed. This was the best feeling in the world. I stood there confidently waiting for the judges to start their judging. 

And of course all of them said I did amazing. Nicole even added that I looked very elegant and extra beautiful tonight. Nicole is my mentor so of course she would say something like that. I waved at the crowd as I strutted off the stage. 

"That was freaking amazing," Zayn said in his cute Bradfordian accent. 

"Now it's my turn to wish you luck," I said.

One Direction was performing tonight as the live guest. 

"Who needs luck when I've got talent," Zayn said mocking my response from earlier.

"Touche," I said impressed. "Where are the other boys?" 

Right on Que I felt someone lift me off the ground and chant my name. 

"Holy shit!" I gasped shocked. I definitely hadn't seen that one coming. They threw me on one of the couches backstage. 

"What was that all about?" I said sitting up. 

"We just felt like doing that," Niall said. 

"Just because we can you know," Louis said. 

I loved these boys more than love its self. They were the only people in the world that didn't give a damn if I was looking like a hobo from the streets or a princess. They always treated me like one of the guys, except Zayn obviously. It would be rather weird if Zayn treated me like a guy but that doesn't mean he doesn't like to have fun.

Zayn and I get into so much shit together and we do a pretty good job at making sure it doesn't make it's way to the media too. 

After the last contestant performed it was time for the boys to get up there and make their fans swoon. I went back to my dressing room and started changing while I watched their live performance from my TV.

I put on my black skinny jeans with the pre rips and a black crop top that showed off my perfectly tone stomach and my hip tattoo. I let down my hair and re did my make up so I looked like a sexy mysterious bad girl. 

She's not afraid of all the attention

She's not afraid of running wild

I heard Zayn sing. This was definitely my favorite song by the boys at the moment because it explained my life. I wasn't afraid of anything. I conquered fear. I had everything and everyone wrapped around my perfectly manicured finger. 

I put on my stiletto booties and waited for my sexy man candy so we could exit the building hand in hand. The paparazzi snapped pictures of us as we walked to Zayn's car. We'd be all over magazine covers by tomorrow morning. 

"What did you think of our performance?" Zayn asked when were in his car and away from the crazy paps.

"All I can say is, I want you to rock me," I said winking at him.

Zayn grinned at me as he caught on to what I was saying. 

I unbuckled my seat belt and began kissing him on the neck. 

"Mmmm Ren why do you do this to me," he moaned.

"Because I can," I smirked loving the fact that he was loving this right now. 

"Have you ever watched The Vow?" Zayn asked. 

"The what?" I asked starring at him confused.

"Well then this is awkward," Zayn laughed. "Anyway the chick in the movie loses her memory because of something like this so buckle up."

"And if I don't," I challenged. 

"Well then if you don't lose your memory by the time we get home I'm gonna make you regret it," Zayn said in a husky voice. 

I didn't put on my seat belt or lose my memory but Zayn held firm to his promise. I won't tell you the things that went down in his room that night, but can I just say it was a perfect ending to the night.