"Unless your heart, your soul, and your whole being are behind every decision you make, the words from your mouth will be empty, and each action will be meaningless. Truth and confidence are the roots of happiness." ~ Anonymous
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A ЂώζЅŧ of Fate ♪ Thirty
We spent the entire thirteen hours on the plane talking. Zayn and I. I was too bothered to sleep and he, too wide awake to sleep due to the jet lag.
I showed him the messages I received on Twitter which he cursed in anger.
"I'm not affected," I told him as I placed my hand on his arm which he had flexed it in anger, gripping the side of his seat.
"Of course," he kissed me on my temple. "My girlfriend is a generous person. Definitely not a petty one like those people!"
I laughed, "Was Liam too mad as well when Danielle received those threats?"
"Huh?" He looked at me blankly before registering what I had just said. "Oh. Yeah. He was fuming mad," then he broke into chuckles.
"I thought he was getting angry over nothing," he grimaced. "Now I know."
"So, aren't you getting angry over nothing?" I teased.
"Argh," he groaned as he ruffled his hair. He rarely did that unless he was really frustrated.
"I'm fine really," I assured him as I tugged a strand of hair behind his ear.
One disadvantage of being in the first class cabin - the seats were too spaced out, I could not nestle up to him. A luxury that had become a fall back.
"Come," he winked, getting what I was thinking.
I took a look around. The lights had dimmed for it was sleeping time and nobody was about. I could hear snores in rhythmic pattern. I tip toed over and snuggled into his chair.
"Isn't it uncomfortable for you?" I asked, concerned.
"Of course not," he whispered as he rubbed his nose in my hair. "It would be more uncomfortable without you."
I rolled my eyes. He really had a way with words.
"Are you upset that I revealed our relationship?" he asked softly, his hand was rubbing in circles on my arm.
"Of course not, silly."
"Really?"
"I would be upset if you didn't do that," I said. "At least now everybody knows you are attached. They will think twice before bothering you."
He chuckled, "You mean, like the air stewardess?"
The air stewardess paid lesser attention to him now, compared to Harry.
"Yeah," I nodded. "They are so silly."
"You can't blame them," he grinned. "I'm a very charming man."
"Yeah," I rolled my eyes.
"You sure that you're okay?"
"Of course... why?"
"Why are you crying then?"
He saw!
"Huh?" I pretended to act dumb.
"Your eyes were red when you came back to the room," he pointed out.
"Was I?"
"Jo..."
I sighed.
"Tell me..." he pleaded gently.
"I had a call from my mom."
"She called? When?" he asked, surprised.
"After Val. You were sleeping."
"Uh huh..."
"She was... upset..."
"About us?"
I nodded.
"She does not approve of us?"
I nodded again.
"Any particular reason? Is it because that I'm a performing star? Is it because of the reports and rumours of me?"
"What rumours?" I narrowed my eyes.
He winced. "Well..."
"What?"
"Some flings here and there."
"You mean with those people on X-Factor?"
He shrugged. "Perhaps..."
"Perhaps then."
"How can I convince her?"
"Why do you want to convince her?"
"Because you are different."
"Huh?"
"I don't know," he admitted sheepishly. "I do tend to have flings. Date one and ditch her. Then date another. Dating is just like trial and error. If it doesn't work out, it just doesn't."
"But you are different," he continued.
"What's different?" I folded my arms, hitting him with my elbows in the process by accident.
"Ouch..." he rubbed his chest.
"So, how different?" I demanded.
"I feel different with you," he said softly as he inched his head nearer to mine. "You make me feel... like I want nobody else ever again."
My heart skipped a beat.
"I don't know how to explain it...," he said. "But I feel things are different. I just want to be with you as long as ever."
"Zayn..."
"It scares the hell out of me... maybe it would to you too if I tell you what I've been thinking..."
"What have you been thinking?"
He smiled, "How nice it would be to wake up with you in my arms every morning for the rest of my entire life. How wonderful it would feel to finally make love to you."
I blushed.
"And to spend my days growing old with you. With our children. With our grand children even."
My eyes grew wide.
"Shocking, right?" he mused. "I never thought of all these before. These are scary thoughts, even for me."
"Why haven't you..."
"Hmm?"
"Try to go further with me?" I blushed again.
He hugged me tightly, "Because I know it is very special to you. I want that moment to be your best moment, only when you are ready. And not at the heat of the moment."
I was really touched. But I daren't ask if he had done it before.
"Zayn..."
"But there are other things to consider as well, I know," he sighed. "Perhaps your mom was thinking along the same way. Probably the same way as how my dad would think."
"Hmm?"
"Our religion."
He had thought about it.
"Isn't it?" he continued before he looked at me intensely. So intense that I felt I could melt.
I nodded sadly.
"Even if you are not a Christian, my father would have wanted his daughter-in-law to convert."
I sighed.
"All the more you are a Christian," he groaned.
I held onto his arm against my chest.
"Maybe... we shouldn't have... right from the beginning..."
"Huh?"
"I thought about it... I suspected you were something more. You were like a dangerous ground to me. But my ego took over. I gave in to making you mine. Then it became more serious. I love you so much. Too much to let go now," he hugged me fiercely. "I should never have initiated that kiss."
"Even if you had not initiated that kiss, we probably would have ended up together anyway," I chuckled. "I could not resist you."
"I'm so sorry..."
"It is not your fault," I scolded softly. "I love you too."
We sat there holding each other for a moment in silence before I spoke up.
"So, what should we do now?"
"We have to convince our parents."
I shook my head, "Impossible."
"Impossible?"
"My mom is very stubborn."
"So is my dad," he sighed.
"Do you know he almost throw me out because I went for X-Factor?"
"What?" I exclaimed.
"He never believed in stardom..."
I looked at him and saw his sad eyes.
"When he heard me sing for the first time, he was convinced by my mom that I had the potential and besides, it was just a contest. Why get so worked up?"
He chuckled before continuing, "Nobody expected me to go this far."
"But you did," I said softly.
"Yeah, I did..."
"And how is he taking it now?"
"He's still upset but at least he's talking to me."
"I didn't know..."
He smiled, "It's history anyway."
I nestled against his chest.
"Anyway, I'm sure there's a way out of this. As long as we are together in this. Are you with me?"
I smiled, "Yes."
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I stared out at the runway as we landed at OR Tambo International Airport just a little before dusk. I held on to Zayn who had miraculously fallen asleep. I was hesitant to wake him up. I had belt him up earlier so to avoid the air stewardess from disturbing him. I gently shook him.
"Zayn..."
He was one real tough nut to wake sometimes... or rather, most of the time.
"Zayn, we are here."
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"I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!" Niall howled. "We have just landed and they are whizzing us off to the radio show?!"
I rolled my eyes at him, "Niall..."
"We're already so tired!" he grumbled.
"Uh... I think you are the only one complaining," I glared at him.
The rest of the boys howled in laughter.
"Stop complaining already," Liam slapped him lightly on the end. "We are almost there."
Niall howled again and I covered my ears.
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After dropping the boys off at the studio, the rest of us in the bus headed back to the hotel. This time round, they had got us a bus. So all of us could fit in nicely.
Thank goodness we reached the hotel in less than an hour for I seriously doubt I would be able to keep my eyes open for another second. Thirteen hours on the flight was too taxing!
I hit the bath straight away, leaving the TV on loud enough.
When I stepped out of the bathroom, I heard my phone beeped.
The boys are on radio Channel 5. Tune in - Colin.
I smiled as I reached out for the radio knob next to my bed and tune it to Channel 5.
"So, we have the boys from One Direction with us today," a smooth voice announced. His English was slightly accented.
"Did you boys just arrive?"
"Yeah!"
"An hour ago."
"Straight from the airport?"
"Definitely!"
I chuckled, that was Niall with no doubt.
"So how long will you guys be in town?"
"We are actually doing two nights in Johannesburg. Two in Cape Town and three in Port Elizabeth."
"That's a total of seven nights. Amazing. So, you are in time for your album and your greatest hit What Makes You Beautiful. This single has been up on our charts since months ago!"
"Why, thank you so much!"
"Anyway, let's go for a round of music before we come back to the boys. For those fans out there, the line is open after the song. So, try your best and dial in!"
Then the familiar song came online.
You're insecure
Don't know what for
You're turning heads when you walk through the do-or-or
Don't need make up
To cover up
Be-ing the way that you are is eno-o-ough
Seriously, I thought this song was way over played. I sighed and shook my head.
Finally the song ended.
"So, we are back again. And we have the boys from One Direction here with us live."
"Hi there!"
"Hi everybody!"
"So, we have our first caller. Hello!"
"Hello!"
"What's your name?"
"Tammy."
"Hi Tammy!"
"Hi Tammy!"
"Hi guys!"
"So, Tammy, what's your question?" The DJ asked.
"Uh... I want to ask Zayn if he's really attached."
I rolled my eyes and almost fainted on the bed. This again? What's with this people? Aren't they sick of it?
Zayn answered, "Yes."
"Oh," the girl moped. "Is she really the drummer in your band?"
"Yes."
She gasped. "Okay. She's really beautiful."
"Thank you!"
I'm what? I found myself blinking in disbelief.
"Next caller. Hello!"
"Hello!"
"What's your name?"
"Caroline."
"Hi Caroline, what's your question?"
"I would like to ask Zayn if he is still a virgin?"
What the hell?
Zayn laughed, "A gentleman never says."
The girl sighed.
The DJ laughed before moving to the next question.
I sat there listening to the one-hour talk show. Most of the questions were directed at Zayn. I was not sure if that's a good thing or not.