The Arrangement

Goodbye, Chicago

As I wait for Zayn to leave the bathroom, I realize that its just stupid how he managed to turn me on in a matter of seconds.

We went from fighting over me talking with a guy friend, to practically dry humping.

I really need to get away from Zayn for a while, but how? We just got engaged, and I'm about to hop on a plane in a few hours to go live with this major asshole.

Slowly I start to relax and no longer really have the need to touch myself anymore like I had to just moments ago. thinking about how my life is about to change thanks to this asshole really managed to turn me off in a matter of seconds. I suddenly remember how much I despise him.

I decide to knock on the door, to hurry up Zayn, we have 30 minutes before we have to leave for the airport and he's just taking his time in the bathroom, jagging off.

I raise my hand to knock on the door when I hear a really long, loud moan come from the other side of the door. Oh gosh, I involuntarily start getting wet again, though I don't want to.

I go against my body's desire to touch myself and finally knock on the door.

"Zayn, we have 30 minutes till we have to head to the airport, hurry up in there, I wanna go get food for the trip, and you taking long isn't really helping!" I groan, frustrated that he has to take long when were on a schedule, and we could very easily miss the plane.

Or even worse, we won't have time to get me some for for the ride there. At this thought, I knock again , trying to hurry up this jerk.

"If you really want me to hurry up in here, why don't you come in and help me finish off faster, love?" He groans huskily

"Ugh, you pig, you disgust me, shut up and hurry up, I wanna leave already, and we have to be at the airport in 20 minutes so-" I was cut off by Zayn opening the damn door, looking all smug, his hair, which was perfectly styled before entering the bathroom, now looking like if he had passed his hands through it.

"Its about time, you took so long in there, I was starting to think I would have to get the ambulance to get you out of there, though you had hurt yourself in there" I tell, him, slowly looking smug as his face slowly starts to turn annoyed again. 

I walk away, satisfied with myself, I really do not like Zayn. Sure a few years ago I really liked him, he and the boys were huge role models, but over time, I felt that the fame had finally gone to their heads. 

Well, Zayn mostly, breaking up with Perrie, who I adored along with the rest of little mix, and then being seen leaving a hotel with a few girls for a few months, every single  night.

He had turned into a huge player, making me, along with a few other girls in the fandom lose the respect we had for him. 

He always came off as a jerk after that, having to be escorted out of interviews, ending up overnight in jail all over the world when on tours, basically, being a typical bad boy. 

Don't get me wrong, I still love one direction, just like the first time I heard of them, even old Zayn, and his solos and his voice, though I don't like his attitude. I had thought that it was just in interviews and public that he was like that, but once I met him, I sadly realized that he really has turned into a complete jerk.

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I walk out of the beautiful hotel the Malik family and I were staying  at, already missing chicago, even though I honestly hate it and its crappy humid bipolar weather.

I turn and find that Zayn is still inside, walking as slowly as possible.

By the time that he exits the doors, Im impatiently waiting for him, along with his irritated parents. 

We have only 15 minutes to get to the airport so that we can have two hours to go through anything, and I still want to go get food before leaving, and 10 of those 15 minutes are what it takes to get to the airport.

Now we just have to go to the Mexican restaurant 3 minutes from here and then turn the other way to get to the airport, in less than 15 minutes....

This is gonna be horrible...