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?

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11. Complaints, Laughs, and Worries

 

"Harry," I whined, reaching across his body as he held my--stolen--ham sandwich away from me. A sandwich that I had, very bravely, put a slice of cheese on. 

And now Harry wouldn't let me eat it.

"Give it back!" I complained. "Harry!"

His smirk was really getting annoying. "Aw, come on, Trix, I know you're not that short. Even Niall can reach it!"

"Hey!" Niall shouted from the kitchen. 

I laughed, but then focused back on my sandwich. "I'm not kidding, Harold, I'm freaking hungry."

"When are you not?" He rolled his eyes, but then grinned and pulled the sandwich further from my reach.

"When I'm eating, now give it back."

"Make me."

"Harry," I warned flatly, stopping my attempts to reach my sandwich and staring him in the eyes. I put my arm down.

"Yes?" he grinned again.

"You'd better give me back my sandwich right now."

He raised an eyebrow. "Or what?"

I raised one, too, challenging him. "Or I'll swear until you do."

He started biting his lip as he glared at me. "Well, I don't want that," he murmured.

My other brow raised, joining the other one.

"But then again, I also don't want to give you this sandwich," he continued, looking down with a frown. "But I don't like when people swear. Well, actually--"

"Harry, just give her the damn sandwich!" Niall yelled. "Or I'll take it from both of you."

"Don't swear!" Harry screamed, dropping the sandwich as he covered his ears. His eyes shut tightly and he rocked like a metronome.

I raised an eyebrow. "Counting opportunity, Harry?" I asked as I picked up my sandwich.

His rocking stopped, and he opened his eyes. Taking his hands off his head, he asked, "What?"

"Nothing," I grinned, biting my sandwich and getting off of him. I happily sat back down in my spot next to Louis, who was on his phone, oblivious to the world.

"Whatcha doin'?" I asked him.

And then the song popped into my head.

"Whatcha doin'? Whatcha dooooin'? I really wa-anna know. Whatcha doin'? What--"

"NO!" Louis bellowed, clamping his hand over my mouth. He quickly took it off, though. "Ew! Trinity! What the heck?!" He started frantically wiping his hand on his pants.

I grinned. "Don't put your hand over my mouth again."

"But did you have to lick me?!" he panicked, still freaking out.

I rolled my eyes. "Don't be a baby."

Louis fake-cried into his hands. "How could you be so mean?"

I took his hand in mine. "Aw. Let'd do something fun!" I gasped. "You wanna go to Taco Bell?"

He sniffled and looked up at me. "I can't go to Taco Bell, I'm on a diet. God, Karen, you are so stupid." He shot up and stormed to the bathroom.

"Regina! Regina, wait!" Harry cried. He got up and ran after Louis.

"Nobody understands me!" I heard faintly.

"I understand you," I heard Harry reply.

I settled back in the couch, feeling very satisfied. However, there was something off--the kitchen was silent.

Cautiously, I looked over the couch and into the kitchen. When I saw a tuft of blonde hair, I got up and walked over to it, finishing off my sandwich.

"Niall?" I asked.

When I rounded the corner of the island, I started laughing. 

"Niall, what the heck?" I asked.

He was there, on the floor, face-down, laughing his ass off. There were tears in his eyes, and he wasn't making any noise. After a couple seconds, though, I began to get worried.

"Niall?" I questioned. "Niall, are you okay? Niall?"

I crouched down and poked his arm--which, I noted, was almost rock-hard.

Suddenly, he let out a huge gasp, making me lean back a bit, but then his laughter was so loud and hysterical it made me giggle.

"Oh, my God, I wish I could have recorded that!" he exclaimed before laughter took over his whole body.

My brows frowned but my mouth smiled. "Damn, Nialler, chill, it wasn't that funny." Though I couldn't help but laugh along with him at the memory.

"What's so funny?" Zayn asked, coming in through the front door. He set his keys on the little round side table as I answered.

"Niall's laughing at the scene Harry and Louis just caused," I replied with a slight chuckle.

Zayn smirked, coming over as he said, "Well, I can believe that." I stood and was he wrapped his arms around my neck. At the same time, mine hugged his torso tightly and my face buried in his chest. "Hey," he murmured against my hair.

I smiled wider. "Hey." We pulled apart, keeping a hold on one hand, and I took a step back, whipping my hair out of my face as I took a breath.

Niall finally sobered up--at least, enough to not lay on the floor clapping like a retarded seal--and used his hands and knees to get up. He wiped the tears away with his hands.

"So what are we doing today?" he questioned, still wiping his eyes. He finished up and looked at us expectantly, but I could still see the humour in his eyes.

I looked up at Zayn, and he furrowed his brow. "I don't know," he said. "Let me check." He took out his phone and messed around on it for a little bit.

"Huh. That's weird," he muttered, frowning deeper.

"What?" I blinked.

"Normally Paul would send me a message with our schedule in it, but . . . he didn't," he responded, not looking up. "In fact, he's not replying to any of my messages. What's . . ." he continued quietly.

"What's going on?" Harry asked. Niall's and my head snapped up to his figure entering the living room. He came into the kitchen and grabbed a banana, tossing it up and catching it before beginning to peel it.

He frowned slightly, his movements slowing. "Why are you staring at me?" he asked Niall and me slowly. My eyes flickered briefly to Zayn; he was typing away, biting his lip.

"What's wrong?" Harry questioned, banana forgotten.

I sniffled, taking my eyes off Zayn and focusing them on Harry worriedly. "Paul isn't responding to our messages."

He frowned. "So what's the problem? Maybe he just doesn't have his phone on him."

"But normally he does, I mean, he's a bodyguard, shouldn't it be, like, his job to always have his phone on him?"

"I just don't see what the big deal is."

"When was the last time you saw Paul?" I questioned, ignoring his comment.

He looked up, trying to remember. "Ah . . . this morning? I don't know, this morning or last night. I don't really remember."

"Well . . . maybe he's just taking a nap . . ." Niall suggested, pulling out a stool and settling onto it.

"Since eight in the morning?" Zayn asked doubtfully.

I frowned. "What time is it now?" I asked him.

"Three forty-six."

"Oh," I muttered.

We were quiet for a moment, the four of us pondering what could be up with Paul. Then a thought popped into my head.

"Hey . . . where's Liam and Louis?" I asked, looking at the three-fifths that were present.

They all frowned. "Well," Harry said, "Louis' in the bedroom doing God knows what, and Liam's out doing God knows what. So God knows where."

I rolled my eyes. "Great job, Hazza." I mock punched his arm as I walked away with Zayn trailing after me.

Plopping down on the couch, and with Zayn following suit, I sighed and picked up the remote.

It was going to be a long day.

 

 

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so now you all are up to date on how far i am into the story...pathetic, i know. at least i'm planning it all out and i have a pretty good idea of what to do next, so i won't upload for a bit. i also have a stupid project to do that i haven't started and it's due tomorrow and it has to be like 1250 words no joke i hate my life -.-

but i love you all:3

i hate how sometimes when i backspace it like takes the whole paragraph up a line and smashes it into the previous paragraph, ugh i hate it so much it's so annoying x(

Love you, stay sexy, and brace yourselves for pumpkin-flavored everything. xx

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