A/N: I don't do author's notes much, so this is important. Please, at least just scan over the verses of the song in here. The lyrics are really important to the story. And just pretend Zayn wrote it, okay? Okay. :P
We finally got inside the house. I angrily threw my shopping bags on the floor.
“I cannot believe you got us kicked out,” Liam huffed, plopping down onto the couch and crossing his arms.
“It wasn’t my fault they wouldn’t give me more than one sample,” Niall muttered. “I love orange chicken.”
“But you seriously thought that changing into a disguise would trick them?” Harry asked.
Niall pouted his lip, looking adorable. I couldn’t help but fall for it and pulled him into a hug. “It’s alright,” I said. “You can’t help it if you love food.”
“Exactly,” Niall said.
Louis rolled his eyes. “Don’t fall for it, Paige. He got us kicked out of the blasted mall!”
“You didn’t have to argue with the police,” I pointed out.
He opened his mouth to say something, but decided against it.
After a few quiet seconds passed, we all fell to the floor laughing.
“Best shopping trip EVER!” I exclaimed.
“How long are we banned for?” Harry asked, wiping away tears.
“A week,” I replied.
We all laughed again.
“Whelp. I’m wasted,” Louis announced. “I’m going to bed.”
“Me too,” Niall said.
Zayn quietly followed both of them up the stairs.
“Sorry about today, Paige,” Liam said maturely.
I smiled. “It’s fine. I actually quite enjoyed it. Goodnight, Liam.”
“Goodnight.” He headed up the stairs like the others.
I turned to Harry. “Are you going to bed too?”
“Nope, I think I’ll stay down here,” Harry said. “Where’s the remote?”
I picked it up and threw it to him.
“Thank you.” He plopped down on the couch, laying out and resting his head on the arm of the couch.
I shook my head in silent laughter and headed to my room. I locked myself in the bathroom and got into the shower. I let the warm water sooth me and sorted through my thoughts. I actually did have fun today. Niall’s just lucky that Darcy’s Mom had picked her up before he pulled his little stunt. I chuckled as I thought about it. Everyone had been laughing (except Zayn). Speaking of Zayn, what would it take to get him to return to being normal? Also, what did he do at night? Maybe I should follow Zayn tonight and see for myself. I wouldn’t feel closure if I didn’t. It’s decided then, I thought. Tonight I’m following Zayn.
I got out, tied a towel around me, and quickly blow dried my hair. I put on random PJs and opened the bathroom door.
I passed through my room and into the living room. Fortunately, Harry was asleep on the couch, so I continued to go up the stairs. I hid inside the bathroom until I heard the door at the end of the hall open and shut. A few minutes later, I decided to get up and leave the bathroom. I walked to the end of the hallway and slowly turned the knob of the door. I slowly pushed it open and shut it behind me. I walked up the narrow winding stairs until I came to the mini-balcony. This was the side of the house, so the roof sloped on the front and back, not here. I looked down and saw straight to the ground. I stepped out onto the first stair of the fire escape and kept going up until I came to the corner of the house. Why was there a fire escape? This house used to be an old, small apartment building. Of course, now it was remodeled, but they kept the fire escape. I poked my head around it. Sure enough, there was Zayn. He was dangerously sitting on the edge, his feet dangling. He held a guitar (though I thought only Niall played guitar…). Next to him was an open notebook, and he had a pencil behind his ear. He started to strum on the guitar.
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Love Again (A Zayn Malik Story)Fanfiction
Zayn Malik's life is worse than average. After a terrible tragedy, he is expected to never recover. What happened that was so bad that he shuts down completely and vows to never fall in love again? Paige's life is average. She has a nice life, is si...