Rebellious, Beautiful, and Insecure

Alex and Amber are sisters. They are twins actually, Alex being twenty minutes older. Amber is always going, going, going with boys. But Alex rarely even goes on dates - and for a reason. The two sisters get jobs working for One Direction and the boys are quick to fall for them. Will Alex let her guard down and fall for the boy? Or will her past keep her from ever finding love? Travel along these girls' journey as teenagers, getting caught in fame, mystery, and intensity.


25. Dunkin Donuts

We wake up in the morning with light streaming through the whole room. I open one eye and find myself laying on top of Zayn, one of my hands on his arms and the other on his chest. One of his hands is on my lower back, and I feel the other one on my bum. Gently, I move the hand from my bum to a place on the couch. It didn't bother me too much but I wasn't exactly thrilled with it either.

I lay for a few minutes, watching Zayn sleep. I feel his chest rise and fall beneath me, his steady breath brushing against my forehead. Slowly I reach up and trace his lips with my finger. His mouth moves a small amount and I withdraw my hand right before his eyes flutter open.

"I think it's time to get up," I smile, climbing off of him and reaching out a hand to him. 

"Okay. I'll be back," He says, getting up and grabbing his jacket from the counter. 

As he exits the flat, I go look in the mirror to see how disastrous I appear. My makeup isn't smudged which surprises me, but I can tell there are tons of knots in my hair. 

I grab the brush that I had had in my car and begin dragging it through my hair. After that, I take off my shirt and change into black heels, blacks jeans, and my Northface. 

He comes back in a few minutes later as I'm fixing my makeup. I check my phone and see that it's 8:30. "Go get dressed please," I tell him, looking at him through the mirror that is next to the door. 

He stands behind me and wraps his arms around my waist. "Zayn, if something is going to happen you have to keep it slow," I say, unwrapping and removing his hands from me. He sighs and turns away.

"I know, I'm sorry," He apologizes heading towards his room. Once I'm done getting ready, I head down to the next floor down to start waking up the other boys. When I reach Amber and Harry, they are already awake and making breakfast together in his kitchen. 

"You have clothes?" I ask her. She nods. "Okay, well we still have time so I'm going to run to Dunkin' Donuts. Harry do you want something?" I inquire, already knowing Amber's order.

Each of the boys wake up happy this morning which freaks me out a little bit. Then I realize that I'm a bit happier this morning so the boys aren't worrying about me being cranky. "Hey rock-star you wanna take a car trip?" I question Zayn, standing in the door of his flat. 

"Sure," He smiles, getting up. 

We walk downstairs together, making it a race as we get closer to the bottom - I win. "So where are we going?" He asks as my heavy foot takes control of the car. 

"To get coffees and donuts," I reply, turning the radio on. He smiles at me as I start singing to it, but not over the music so he can't actually hear me. 

He turns the music down unexpectedly so I sing one more line before I realize and stop. "You sing?" He questions me.

"Nope," I respond, pulling into the Ty Dunkin parking lot. We climb out of the car and head into the building. 

"Seems like you do," He mumbles. 

We order all of the coffees including my (and Amber's) mocha coffees with cream and sugar (we like the same things most of the times). "You should sing for me," He says quietly.

"I don't sing," I lie. 

"Somehow I don't believe that," He replies. 

"Alex! My friend," A voice calls from behind us. I whip around to see Jeremy standing there, a seemingly innocent smile on his face. 

"You ha-"Zayn begins to scream. I grab Zayn's arm and tug him towards me, making him look at me.

"He isn't going to do anything here. Forget he's here," I tell Zayn firmly. "Hi Jeremy," I call back, keeping hold of Zayn's arm tightly. Zayn grabs one of the trays of coffees and a bag full of food. I grab the other tray and another bag. "You'll have to forgive us, but we are on our way out," I put on my best fake smile and loop my arm into Zayn's instead of gripping it. 

As soon as we climb into the car, Zayn starts freaking out. "What the hell was that Alex? Why didn't you let me do anything?" He asks, super angry. I sigh and turn on the car. 

"Because nothing was going to happen in a public place Zayn," I tell him. There was also the fact that part of my job description included keeping the boys out of trouble - but I didn't think that would help Zayn's mood very much. 

He looks out of the window, pissed off. I turn the radio on low volume and begin driving back, looking over at Zayn occasionally to see if his mood changes at all - it doesn't.

Once we get back to the lofts, he storms inside without saying anything to me. I sigh once again. I begin making my way to each of the boys and depositing their  beverages. "What's up with Zayn?" Danielle asks, having slept over Liam's. 

"He's cranky," I answer.

When I'm done handing out everything, Amber and I split up to tell the boys to be ready to leave for 9:45 because we had to get to the Main Center for the interview. I head to Zayn's flat at promptly 9:13.

Upstairs, he's watching the tellie with a very mad expression on his face. I go stand behind him and lean down, putting my arms around his shoulders and my face next to his. He holds his composure for a grand total of twenty seconds before relaxing his position and turning his head to look at me.

"Don't be mad," I whisper. He pouts. I kiss his cheek. "You did the right thing," I say, coming around the couch to sit next to him. 

"I hate him," Zayn states.

"Me too," I reply quietly.

We relax on the couch for a little while and then when it's time to go, all of us head to the Main Center, Amber and I already having ideas for outfits running through our heads. 

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