I Found You

I have to find you. No matter what happens, I just have to find you. I felt so protected that night you saved me. I want you. I need you.


6. My Shirt

Zayn's POV

"Zayn why are you here alone?"

"Is it true that you and Perrie are having issues?"

I run past all of the paparazzi and ignore the questions. I can't take this anymore.

"Can't you all just leave me alone!" I shout while I get into my car and turn it on.

I punch the steering wheel and put my trigger into reverse. I try to pull out but there is paparazzi surrounded by my car.

"Please move so I don't run over you!" I shouted rolling down the window then quickly rolling it back up.

They finally move away and I start driving out of the parking lot on my way to my apartment. I really wish Paul was here right now. I hope I lose them because I do not want them finding out where I live; that would be a living nightmare. I look in the mirror and see paparazzi cars following me. Damn these people. My apartment is coming up so I have to turn here. What else am I supposed to do? I drive in the parking lot and get out as fast as I can.

"Zayn, wait up! We have a lot of questions to ask you!"

I flip them off and go upstairs to my room with Perrie in there. She isn't in the kitchen or the living room (thank goodness) so I'm guessing she is sleeping. I'm tired myself too even though it is only five o'clock. Might as well go to sleep. I go over to the couch in the living room, take my shirt off, and lay down on the couch. I don't feel like taking a shower or brushing my teeth. One day can't hurt right?

*the next morning*
Ring Ring Ring

I open my eyes and moan because the phone woke me up. I force myself to get up and go answer it.


"You're room is ready Mr. Malik." The manager's voice.

My face lights up. "Yes! Which room is it?"

"Well there is something I have to tell you. Since all of the rooms are booked we have to put you with someone else. So you will have a roommate with you. I'm very sorry but it's the only thing that I can do for you."

My face drops. Well this is just great. "So there's nothing else you can do?"

"No, I'm very sorry. Please don't sue me."
"No, it's fine really. Thank you. Um may I ask what room it is?"

"Room 205. Please come down here and get your key for the room though."
"Ok, be there in a sec." I say hanging up.

I really don't want a roommate right now. I just wanted to be alone, well kind of. I just hope it's not some creep or anything. I dig for something to wear in my already packed suitcase. I really want to wear my grey shirt that I wore the other night at the bar. Man where is it? Oh wait, I wrapped around Dane's head and never got it back. I really liked that shirt. I grab another shirt and put it on and zip up my suitcase. Finally I can get out of this place I think to myself as I make my way down to the manager's office.

"I'm here for my key." I say to the manager.

"Oh right." She says. "Here you go." She hands me the key over.

"Thank you." I waved by to her.

"Mr. Malik?"


"Please tell me if your roommate is a bother to you."
"I will, no worries." I say and head on my way to room 205. I just realized that it is one down from my old room.

This is it. This is the room I will be staying in for one more month. Should I knock or should I just open the door with my key? I should knock. I bring my hand up to the door and lightly knock on it. No answer. I shrug and put my key in the key slot to unlock the door. I push open the door and walk in. I don't see anyone. I walk in a little more passing the kitchen and can't believe who I see in front of me. It's Dane. And what's interesting is she has her shirt halfway on showing her bra. AND she's wearing my shirt. This should be interesting.


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