"stop! I look terrible! leave!" I pouted and tried to slam the bathroom door but Zayn stopped it from closing.
He walked across the tile floor.
"Shutup. You look cute when you first wake up." Zayn laughed and I rolled my eyes. He grabbed me by the waist and pulled my body to his chest. I leaned my head into the crook of his neck and he leaned down to kiss my cheek. These were the moments I lived for and ironically, they could kill me.
We stayed huddled together until there was a knock on the door. I gasped and ripped away from Zayn.
"Get out! This is my bathroom. Use your own shit." I yelled and Zayn nodded, going along with it.
"Jesus I just wanted to use your shampoo" He mumbled as he slipped out the door. We did this often, fake fighting. We had to. If anyone found out about us, our careers would be toast.
Liam walked in, shooting a look at Zayn and then at me.
"I always come when you two are in the middle of a fight. Do you ever get along?" He bent down at the sink, squeezing toothpaste on a tooth brush.
I just shrugged.
He spit and rinsed, then turned back around to face me.
"I'm going out. Try not to kill each other, okay?"
I nodded. "I'll try."
He walked downstairs and out the door. I ran to Zayn's room and jumped on his bed, grinning. We were finally alone.
"Hello." He laughed and pulled me against his chest. I closed my eyes and lay there for a while, listening to the beat of his heart.
"Let's do something." I suggested.
"But this is so nice." He said, his voice vibrating against my back. I nodded and leaned deeper into his chest.
My hands brushed against his.
"Sorry" I blushed.
"Don't be." He said softly, and grabbed for my hands.
His hands were soft and warm. Something about the way they were so big and strong looking made me feel safe there in his arms.
There's no place I'd rather be. Here with Zayn was magic. He made me feel safe. And loved. And wanted. The way he wipes my tears away and kisses me in the middle of speaking. How he looks at me when he thinks I'm not looking.
Zayn loves me. And that's the only thing that matters.
But the thing is no one can know about Zayn and me. No one.
If anyone finds out, the entire band would suffer. Management doesn't know, but they think they do. They never let me sit next to Zayn during interviews. It's like Larry. They're determined to make our relationships living hells.
That's why these moments are so important. Zayn and I never get time alone. We're not allowed to. So there we were, laying entwined in each other when the door bangs open.
I jump out of his grip.
There's Liam, standing in the doorway. Mouth open, eyes wide.
"Oh...Oh I'm sorry...I..." He blushed and shut the door. Zayn groaned and got up, walking out.
I froze.
