Like I Love You: A Zayn Malik Romance

Trinity Ross has always been a fan of One Direction. Not a superfan, but a fan. And she gets the chance to meet them--on accident. Bumping into Zayn Malik on her journey to fame has been the best thing that's ever happened to her. But complications due to fame have risen. Will they stick it out? Or will everything come crumbling down?


14. All's Well That Ends Well


I came out of the bathroom and into the lounge, where Zayn and the boys were waiting. Immediately, I was self-conscious of my appearance; was it too much? Too little? Why are they staring at me like that? Do they hate it? Did I--

"Love, you're . . ." Zayn started, his eyes wide.

"Stunning," Liam breathed, looking at me approvingly.

"Wow," Louis said teasingly with a smirk. "You actually look like a girl. Congrats!"

I narrowed my eyes at him, crossing my arms as I retorted, "What, could you not tell before?"

"Well . . ."

"Louis!" Zayn reprimanded, throwing a cushion in his face. He turned back to me and walked forwards as he praised my appearance.

I was a bit surprised when his hand touched a loose piece of the red fabric. "Silk," he breathed. "It's amazing on you."

We smiled at each other, our eyes going to each other's lips, before leaning in and kissing slowly and sweetly. His left hand reached up to tangle gently in the hair on the side of my head, and his other hand went to my waist as it let go of my dress. My right hand wrapped around his wrist up in my hair, and my left hand rested on his--rock-hard--bicep. Me gusta.

"Get a room," I heard one of the boys call--I was too lazy to register in my brain whose voice it was.

Zayn pulled away, and we both looked over at Louis, who was smirking.

"Lou, just because Eleanor isn't here to tease you doesn't mean you can interrupt someone else," Zayn said teasingly. "Don't be jealous because I'm getting some and you aren't."

I hit him softly, giggling quietly so the others wouldn't hear. My face turned the slightest shade of pink at Zayn's remark.

"Oohhhhh!" all the boys except Niall--who was in the kitchen--Louis exclaimed. They all leaned back, as if the figurative burn was too much to handle. Louis just turned pink and pursed his lips as he crossed his arms and shrunk back against the seat cushion.

Zayn looked down with a smile. "Come on," he said adoringly to me, intertwining our fingers and letting my other hand go. He pulled me to the door.

"Be safe!" Louis called from his position on the couch.

I turned around to look at him, narrowing my eyes. "What exactly are you implying, Lou?" Zayn asked.

"I suggest you use protection," Niall said absentmindedly as he plopped down on the other couch from behind the cream-coloured arm, scrolling through something on his phone.

My mouth formed an "O" shape as my eyes bugged out of their sockets in utter shock while I leaned forward and let my hand fall out of Zayn's. The teasing laughter around me--Zayn, too--made me blush a light pink. Even Liam was laughing. Traitor.

"Niall!" I exclaimed.

He looked up at me innocently. "What?" he asked, sounding confused.

This only made the boys laugh harder. I huffed and leaned back, putting all my weight on my right leg. I crossed my arms.

"It's not funny," I said bluntly, glaring at all their--still laughing--faces. I turned sideways to face Zayn. "And you!" I continued as I smacked his arm. "Shut up!"

He didn't listen, none of them did. I blew a gust of wind through my nose again and grabbed Zayn's--hard as rock; damn--bicep, then pulled him towards me so I could open the door. I dragged him through the doorway and slammed the door shut behind us. I immediately let go of him and stomped down the four metal stairs, then continued for about two seconds before Zayn fell into step beside me.

"Aw, come on, babe, don't be like that," I heard him say, laughter still clear in his voice.

I didn't answer; I just kept walking faster, my hands gripping my upper arms. I kept my gaze glued to the ground in front of me.

All of a sudden, Zayn's strong arms wrapped around my body. "Are you cold?" he murmured, burying his face in my hair.

I shrugged him off, not moving my hands. His footsteps halted behind me, but I kept on walking. Without him.





My heart immediately panged when she brushed me off like I was dirty. I froze; how could one expect to be able to do anything when the love of their life is acting as though they didn't love them?

Because that's exactly how I felt.

She kept walking, her footsteps--yes, I take note of this; sue me--to the rhythm of Everything About You. I couldn't help but notice it again.

Again, because her pace is always linked to a song. Whatever she was feeling, her feet would walk--or run--to the rhythm of a matching song. Sometimes it was really confusing, though--she would walk to one thing but feel another. 

Like right now. She was acting as though she hated me, but her rhythm said something totally different. I stared at the back of her head, trying to figure out what was going on.

With no control over my feet, I found myself running up to her and stopping her by standing in front of her. She didn't look up, and I saw her perfect eyebrows knit together almost unnoticably.

"What's wrong?" I asked her, my voice breaking slightly. Oops.

She blinked and turned her head away.

I wasn't having that; I put a finger under her chin and brought her face close to mine. I waited until she looked me in the eyes before speaking again.

"What did I do?" I breathed, my pain showing through my quiet voice.

I saw hurt flash in her eyes, and I immediately put my hand down and stepped back.

The look in her eyes right then was heartbreaking, but so confusing. I saw even more hurt, but I also saw sadness, and immense happiness. What the fuck . . .?

Suddenly, her foot stepped forward and she grabbed the fabric above my chest roughly, pulling me into her so quickly that in half a second, her lips slammed against mine. I was a bit shocked, and still majorly confused, but my automatic response was to kiss her back, which I did. I poured all my love and confusion into that kiss, letting her know that she held my heart and could never let it go no matter how hard she tried.








don't worry about Trayn, everything's perfect between them :3

now, originally, the ending was SUPER different, but then, being the smart person i am, i accidentally deleted it ^-^ so now you have this. :D

so sorry i haven't been updating. just know that I love you and I'm trying my hardest to be on as much as I can.

Love you, stay sexy, and help a pregnant woman breathe. "Neh, neh . . ." ;) xx

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