I entered the hotel hallway, with Louis by my side. Together we walked towards Zayn's door and I knocked loudly on it, realizing that I had left my key in my purse in Liam's room. Much to my surprise, though seemingly not to Louis's, it was Harry not Zayn who answered.
"What did you do?" He demanded the instant he saw me. "Why is Zayn so upset?"
I looked to Louis, unsure of exactly what to say.
"Haz, why don't you come hang out in our room for a little while," Louis suggested, though it came out more like an order.
"Harry!" Louis snapped. Louis was perpetually in a good mood, so when he was irritated everyone took heed. "I wasn't really asking."
"Alright fine!" Harry grumbled, shooting another glare in my direction before exiting the room.
He bumped against me rather hostilely as I cautiously entered the room. I was greeted with the sight of Zayn flopped on the bed, his face buried in a pillow. He didn't appear to be crying, but he showed no signs of moving. "Zayn? Are you ok?"
"No!" He yelled, his voice muffled by the pillow.
"Zayn, it's me. I think we should talk," I said carefully.
As soon as he recognized my voice he shot up into a seated position. "Gemma, what are you doing here?"
"I can leave if you want," I replied, my voice shaky. Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe I needed to give him more time to get over the fight. I didn't want to rush in and have him freak out again.
"I meant why would you want to be here?" He clarified. "I was awful to you. I'm surprised you didn't just get on the first plain back to America. I was so scared that you were going to leave."
I sat beside him on the bed. "Zayn, I'm not going to just run away. Even if things between you and I get so bad that I want to, I'm not going to take off. There are two babies in my belly that are just as much yours as they are mine. And I would never want to keep you from them."
"So you want to run away." His voice was flat, dejected.
"No!" I assured him quickly. "Absolutely not. Zayn Malik, I love you more than I've ever loved anyone. Just because we got in a fight doesn't mean I'm going to stop loving you."
I interrupted him before he could go any further. "There are not buts! So you were a little jealous. I get jealous all the time. Granted, I handled it better than you, but I still understand the feelings. And you're not entirely unfounded," I conceded. "It's not fair to you that Niall was the first to meet my family, or learn about the pregnancy. It's not fair to you that I have more Tweet with him, or that I have more pictures with him than with my fiance."
He rose and walked towards the window, looking at everyone camped out in front of the hotel. "But none of that is your fault. It's not fair that I freaked out at you over it. I'm so sorry, Gemma. I'm sorry that I was jealous, and that I yelled at you for things that are out of your control."
"And I'm sorry for giving you cause to be jealous and pretending that you were out of line."
"Somehow you agreed to be with me, even with all this craziness." He gestured towards the fans. "I don't know how you do it, or why you seem to think I'm worth it. But I'm so grateful that you do, and I don't want to lose you."
I walked towards him and draped my arm around his waist. My head fell to rest on his shoulder and I felt him put an arm around my body. "You're not going to lose me." I looked up into his eyes and waited for him to kiss me. When he did it was probably the sweetest, most tender kiss we had ever shared. It wasn't the kind of kiss that I expected to go anywhere, but rather the kind that left me feeling content exactly where I was. With Zayn's lips against mine, and his arms around me, I had never felt so safe and secure and completely blissfully happy.
Zayn was the first to pull away and before I knew what was happening, he was on one knee in front of me, holding out a black velvet box. He opened it to reveal a platinum ring with a huge diamond on it. The setting was simple and elegant and completely perfect. "I'm going to ask you again, with a ring this time. Gemma Carlisle, will you marry me?"
"Nothing would make me happier," was my response. I could feel myself crying again, but this time they were happy tears, and I could see a few glimmering in Zayn's eyes as well. He slid the beautiful diamond ring onto my finger, where it would presumably stay for the rest of my life.
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Free Falling (Zayn Malik fan fic)Fanfiction
Gemma Carlisle was 18 when her parents died in a car crash and she moved out to L.A. with her little sister. Now, two years later, she has scored the ultimate job: she's the new head of wardrobe for One Direction on their upcoming tour. As soon as s...