Back for You- A Zayn Malik Fanfic

Chapter 10:

I woke up in my own room. I guess Zayn had carried me? Aww how cute.

"Morning loser. Get up we're going to the airport. They have a concert either tonight or tomorrow I don't know but we have to go get up!" Ginny was the first person I heard that morning.

"Uhm.. Okay. Hey, how did I get here?"

"Zayn carried you. It was cute, he didn't want to wake you, but I told him if you woke up you wouldn't remember. He picked you up bridal style but you woke up enough to wrap your arms around his waist and get all comfy with your head in his neck. Oh it was so cute! Mandie took pictures!!"

"MANDIE!!!"

"What?!"

"Where's your phone?"

"Are you talking about the pictures here they're adorable."

And they were. Zayn's so precious.

I didn't have a lot to pack, but I grabbed what I had and stuffed it in the suitcase I had gotten. I couldn't remember why it looked different. We all got the same ones but in different colors. They were the ones with the exoskeleton. Mine was red, Ginny's was blue,Kenzie's was green and Mandies was a light purple. But I didn't remember it having patterns. Wait those weren't patterns.

One Direction may be the number one band in the world, but they're my best friends. Want to know why? They each doodled and wrote notes on my suitcase, as well as the other girls'.

"Guys did you see the boys' artwork in our suitcases?"

They ran over and awwwed and smiled.

I took a picture of mine and tweeted.

"@zaynmalik is the best boyfriend ever! Love you!!"

Immediately it had hundreds of favorites and retweets and responses. I didn't read them usually except the boys and my girls.

@zaynmalik"love you too @kaylee_emma!"

@Harry_Styles "@kaylee_emma whatever my drawing is better!"

It's funny because they actually aren't that funny. Their jokes shouldn't be funny. But they are.

I got ready, finished packing and went downstairs.

We all were wearing shirts that we ordered that said "My boyfriend's in the band." And on he back it had their last name. I had on leggings and a scarf. My hair was French braided back and I was wearing less makeup than I probably should have been. Guess he was gonna see me sooner or later.

We grabbed our newly grafitied suitcases and head to the hotel lobby. When we got there I grabbed Zayns hand, but I was nervous because of the lack of makeup on my face.

"You look beautiful. You should do this more often. I like this a lot better. Not that I don't like all the makeup but you just look really pretty and I ummm..."

He always had a way with words.

"Thanks Zayn." I had gone back to non blushing. I had gotten used to him and his sweet little compliments. Sorta.

"Where are we going again?

"DUBLIN!!" Niall practically burst my eardrum.

"Someone's excited!"

"He wouldn't shut up about it all last night!" Said Mandie. Whatever she loved every single word out if his mouth. But so did he. They were tooooooooo cute.

I was so tired that I slept on the ride to the airport and on the plane. Let me tell you, airplane seats are much more comfortable than car seats. Especially when you get to cuddle with your gorgeous boyfriend. He played with my hair a lot. Harry and Louis took it upon themselves to teach Zayn and Niall how to braid. After the first three or four attempts my hair was in knots. He eventually got it and by the time I fell asleep he could French braid. SCORE FOR KAYLEE MY BOYFRIENDS IS NOT ONLY SURE HOT AND TICH AND FAMOUS BUT CAN BRAID HAIR. AND HE LOVES ME.

My life>>>>>>>>anyone's life.

We ended up going to this concert because Mandie wanted to be there for Niall's 'hometown' performance. For some reason they get more nervous because people they know might be there.

"It's not that we're scared of them, it's what they think about us being famous. Because thy really know us." Niall explained. I guess I understood. But I knew them. And I'm in love. Utterly, truely, madly, deeply, stupidly, crazily, obnoxiously in love with these five boys.

The entire concert Niall was practically flying. Zayn was same as usual. Staring right at me. Paul made me and the girls spilt up every concert because all the boys did was look right at us. So at least they weren't all looking in one direction. BAHAHAHA PUNNY.

Afterwords, we went back stage and I looked for Zayn. I couldn't find him anywhere. I started panicking.

"It's okay he's gotta be here somewhere don't panic." SHUT IT KENZIE IM PANICKING.

I have never panicked in my life. Like really truly panicked. And I've lost my brothers in Walmart all the time.

I needed Zayn. I NEEDED him. I had to find him.

I did.

He was back in the changing room closet crying.

"Babe what's wrong? Tell me what happened."

I hate when people ask "are you okay?" When you're crying. Like OBVIOUSLY NOT IM CRYING.

"Well, first when I was in stage sometime called me a terrorist."

"Zayney baby it's okay people are mean but they don't matter if they're mean. They're below you and they're just jealous. I promise. What else?"

"My, my, my mom called me. My uncle just died."

"I'm so sorry Zayn. It's gonna be okay. Come here."

He just lasted there crying into my shoulder for a good 10 minutes. Paul and the boys came in but when they saw him they stopped and I signaled for them to leave.

"Hey, Zayn?"

"Yeah..?"

"Did I ever tell you about my brother Connor?"

"..no. Who is he, besides your brother..."

"When I was in first grade, he was 5. He was with my mom at a friends house and he fell in the pool. He couldn't swim and he was cought on something. He was under for about fifteen minutes. When my mom found him he went to the hospital and was there for 6 weeks before life support was turned off. I know it's not the same but I know what you're going through kinda. I love you. I'm here for you. Always." If I hadn't been crying for the entire time Zayn was gone, I was bawling now.

"I'm sorry Kaylee. I'm so sorry. Why didn't you tell me?"

"I was waiting for the right time. Hey Paul and everyone are worried sick about you. Think you can make it to the bus?"

"With you I can."

"Let's go then."

We both wiped the tears from our eyes and walked hand in hand all the way to the bus.

When we got there, I looked at Zayn.

"You ready for questions from everybody?"

"No, but I'll survive."

"You'll do more than survive. You'll grow from this hard time. I promise."