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I rest my head on Zayn's car window. I'm trying to calm myself down, but I just feel anxious. I thought it'd go away once we left my apartment, but if anything it just got worse. I want to throw up, but there isn't anything in my stomach to throw up.

I understand that not eating worries Zayn, but it's really not a big deal. It helps my emotions a lot so it's actually a good thing.

"Hey," Zayn pulls me out of my thoughs. He places his hand on my thigh and rubs his thumb over my thigh to soothe me. "It's okay."

"Yeah," I nod and smile at him. By the look on his face he knows my smile is fake. "Who do you think was in my apartment?"

"I don't know," he stiffens.

"Do you think it was Reid?" I ask him.

"I don't know."

"Well who do you think it is?"

"I don't know!" he snaps making me flinch.

"Sorry," I mumble and lean my head back on the window. He doesn't reply and a tense silence fills the car.


I fold my clothes and place them in the draw Zayn gave me. It's just one, but it's not like I can really complain. He is already doing enough. I shove as much clothes as I can in. They don't all fit though and I can't even shut it. So I take some clothes out and put them back in my bag.

"I have some hangers if you need some," Zayn says, making me slightly jump. I didn't know he was behind me.

"No, it's fine. They could stay in my bag," I tell him, standing up off the floor.

"Don't be ridiculous," he walks over to his closet and pulls out about ten hangers. "You could use these," he sets them on his bed. "I'll have to buy more for when we go back and get the rest."

"Rest?" I question. "How long do I need to stay here?"

"I don't know yet," he sighs and rubs his face.

"Well thank you Zayn," I step closer to him. "I'm really appreciative that you are letting me stay here."

"No problem, Toots," he steps towards me too.

Next thing I know, his lips are pressed to mine. My hand is tangled in his hair and his are around my waist. I feel like I'm weightless at the moment. The feeling in my stomach is explosive and I actually feel content. I like kissing Zayn, I like it a lot.

We both pull away breathless, our faces only an inch apart. I study his face. I never thought I'd ever have theses strong feelings that are growing for him. I never thought I'd feel this way about anyone. I was so at peace with just being by myself that it's all I wanted. I've seen so many people get hurt in relationships that I was almost certain I'd be fine without one.

But now I know what it feels like. The way Zayn is making me feel right now is the way I want to feel forever. And the way he is looking at me right now is the way I want to be looked at for the rest of my life. The best part about it all is that I don't even think Zayn realizes that he is looking at me with so much care and adoration in his eyes. That's how I know this is real. I just need to know what this is.

"Zayn," I effortlessly say his name. "What are we?"

"Huh?" he snaps out if his stare and backs away a little.

"What are we?" I repeat.

"Madison, I told you before that I don't date. And by date I meant relationships," he tells me.

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