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.


29. Night With Zayn

"Go ahead. Start your ranting," I tell him as the elevator dings to a stop and we get into his loft. I move to sit on the couch. He takes off his jacket and hangs it up. 

"How could you defend him?" He exclaims immediately.

"I didn't defend him," I argue. 

"Yes, you did actually," He says infuriated.

"Zayn, saying that killing a person is wrong does not mean I am defending him. Yes, he has done things. Bad, horrible things that I will never forgive him for and you will never understand. And there have times when I have wanted him to just completely disappear and rot in hell. But would I ever kill him? No. Because killing is wrong, no matter how bad that person may be!" I tell him.

"He hurt you. And he had no problem doing it," Zayn yells.

"That doesn't mean you are allowed to kill him," I say quietly. 

"Well what about with Simon? You wouldn't let me tell him what happened!" He says, knowing I am right about not killing Jeremy.

"Because not everyone needs to know my business! You know, the boys know part of it, and now security knows to keep him away. Why must Simon know?" It's my turn to yell.

"You were defending Jeremy by not telling Simon!" He screams.

"No I wasn't!" I argue, angrily. 

"Damn it, Alex. Let me protect you," He shouts.

"What do you think I'm doing?!" I gesture to myself.

"I THINK you had the boys hold me back instead of going after that cunt!" He yells.

"Because I, of all people know what he is capable of. He has a fucking taser Zayn. You would've been on the floor in a second," I tell him. "And he told me that anything that happened to him would happen to me, so by you not doing anything, nothing will happen to me. That, is protecting me." I dare him.

"He won't touch you again," Zayn spits out, the only point that he got.

"And why the hell did you have to tell the boys that?! I hate looking fucking weak!" I yell. 

"Obviously, they saw something. Sugar-coating it wasn't going to help," He exclaims.

"They don't need to know my business. YOU don't need to know my business. This whole thing is ridiculous!" I shout, beginning to move to the door. I feel Zayn grab my arm. He pulls me to face him and pulls me right up against him.

Before I realize what's happening, he slams his lips on mine and kisses me with such a passion that it hits me fully. I tangle my fingers in his hair and I feel his hands on my waist. We pull each other against the other, trying to get as close to each other as possible. 

We move to the couch and we continue kissing. I take off his shirt and he takes off mine, but I still have my bra on and both of us have our pants on. After a little longer, we stop kissing. I pull a blanket over us and he turns the television on so that I end up laying on his chest with a blanket over us, watching the tellie. 

We watch a movie in this position and when it's over I prop myself up on my elbows to look at him. "You're insane," I whisper.

"Not as much as you," He laughs. I shake because I'm on him and he's laughing. I climb off of him gently and pull him up. "What are you doing?" He asks.

"Well we aren't sleeping out here! And I was starting to fall asleep," I tell him, starting to walk to his room. I immediately go to his drawers. I pull out a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt.

"What are you doing NOW?" He chuckles.

"Well I'm not going to sleep in jeans and my bra," I respond. I head to the bathroom and change. When I come back Zayn is putting in another movie. Now, however, he's just in his boxer shorts.

"Still falling asleep?" He asks me.

"A little bit," I say.

"I can fix that," He replies, walking over to me and kissing me again. 

"Stop it," I push him away playfully, smiling. 

"Oh, okay. I got it. Fine," He says, turning around.`

"Zayn," I laugh, turning him back around and standing on my tiptoes. He chuckles and bends down, placing another gentle kiss on my lips while both of us are still in the midst of laughing. 

Eventually we end up laying in the bed and spooning while watching the movie (spooning is a type of cuddling). I start to fall asleep again when I hear Zayn whisper in my ear, "I'll always protect you,"


In the morning I wake up in the same position. Zayn's arms are still around me and I'm still warm. The clock on the side reads 10am. I smile to myself and slowly unwrap his arms from around me, climbing out of the bed without waking him up. 

I pull my jacket on over Zayn's shirt and grab my keys from the counter. I drive back to my and Amber's flat to grab us clothes for the day. I change into blue skinny jeans that have rips in the knees and blue sweater that is super comfortable. I pull on a pair of black Toms and my black overcoat before grabbing clothes for Amber and heading back to the boys' lofts.

Once there, I find Zayn freaking out. I'm at the bottom of the stairs and I hear him yelling at the top. "Has anyone seen Alex? Where'd she go? Guys I'm serious!" He yells. I make my way up the stairs quickly.

"Zayn, I'm right here, and I'm fine," I call up to him. Amber's face instantly calms - I can tell she was just as worried as Zayn. I hand her the bag filled with clothes for her and finish heading up the stairs to Zayn. 

"Where did you go?" He asks pulling me into a bear hug. "I was so worried,"

"Can't. Breathe," I manage to get out. He's hugging me so tight. He releases me from the hug, but keeps hold of my hand. "I went to my flat to get a change of clothes. I figured you'd still be sleeping when I got back," I tell him. He pulls me in for another hug.

"I'm just glad your okay," He says and kisses my forehead. I laugh and push him into his flat. 

"Go change," I command him. He chuckles and heads in, but drags me with him. I end up sitting on his bed and watching as he picks out his clothes for the day. Once he chooses them I close and cover my eyes so that he can change.

"What's the matter?" Zayn asks innocently.

"We aren't there yet sorry," I laugh.

"Fineeeee," He drags it out. "Okay I have boxer shorts on," He tells me after a moment. 

I stand up and put both of my hands on his chest. "Did I tell you how hot you are?" I ask him, running my hands up and down his chest.

"Did I tell you how hot YOU are?" He questions.

We both laugh and kiss quickly. "Do you see what I mean? We kiss too much," I laugh in between kisses. 

"Okay fine," He says pulling back. "No more kissing for an hour," He promises.

"It has to be longer than that!" I exclaim.

"But whyyy?" He sounds like a little kid. 

"For the rest of the day," I tell him.

"Fine." He says, reaching down to kiss me. I pull back before he does.

"Zayn," I reprimand him.

"One more? Please?" He begs. I giggle.

"Not until later," I tell him. I touch his lips with my finger and then turn around, walking out of his room. He pulls me back and kisses me before I have time to realize what's happening.

"ZAYN!" I exclaim.

"Starting now," He laughs. I shake my head and walk out into the hallway. I make sure the rest of the boys are awake and wait for all of them to get ready. Once they are, we all head to the Main Center.

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