One. Good. Mistake. *Zayn Malik Love*

Figuring out she had a one-night stand with Zayn Malik, a band member of One Direction, Charlie is then told she must go on tour with the band for her magazine internship.
But Zayn doesn't make it easy for Charlie to forget that night or him, no matter what Charlie does.


17. ::Chapter Sixteen::

I soon learned that Rodgers had only been my driver to the hotel in Newcastle and wouldn’t be driving me all over the United Kingdom or Europe. Instead I’d now be rooming with Lou, Josh, Sandy, and the rest of the crew that was on the stage with One Direction.

We were the middle tour bus, the One Direction tour bus in front of us, and their opening act behind us. We had left the hotel early this morning, the drive to Glasgow going to be about three hours, and the boys wanted an early head start there.

Unexpectedly, as I lay in my bunk bed on the tour bus, my phone began to ring and jerked me out of my half-asleep state I was in. not remembering how small the bunk was, at the sound of my phone ringing, I accidentally slammed my head into the top.

Moaning, I answered the phone, “Hello?”

“Charlie!” A relieved female voice flooded in, with some smirk in the tone.

Rubbing my forehead, I whispered back, “Who is this? How’d you get my number?”

“Seriously, check the caller ID, Charlie,” The female snapped and I held my phone away from my ear and sighed.

“Oh, sorry, Rae, but I’m trying to sleep,” I muttered back, keeping my eyes closed as we continued our conversation quietly.

“Meh, sleep can wait,” Rae replied. “But seriously Charlie, when we were you going to tell me that you are dating WESLEY DELEVINGE? YOU DO REALIZE HIS SISTER, A FRIEKEN MODEL, IS CARA DELEVINGE, CHARLIE?”

I cringed as she raised the volume of her voice, thankful that volume was on low, so that she didn’t wake everyone else up.

“God, Rae, I’m not alone. I’m sleeping on a tour bus and there are people sleeping, keep your voice down,” I snapped at her, sighing, knowing that I wouldn’t be going back to sleep anytime soon. “And I didn’t tell you I’m dating Wesley Delevingne, because I’m NOT dating him. What got you that idea?”

“Seriously, CHARLIE, there are pictures of you walking all around Newcastle with Wesley in tow and ohmygod, you guys would be so cute together,” Rae said, all excited. “Then ya’ll go back to his hotel…Shit, did you hook up with him too?”

I groaned, “No, my God, I did not hook up with him! One Direction was staying in that hotel, it just happened to be where he was staying and when I was walking around Newcastle, I thought he was just some random stalker dude, I didn’t know who he was and I honestly don’t care now.”

A knock came from the bunk above me and hoarse voice groaned, “Could you please keep it quiet down there?”

My eyebrows furrowed together as I recognized that voice.

“Zayn?” I whispered, my heart skipping a beat.

“What? I'm trying to sleep,” He replied with irritableness. Well, someone’s not a morning person.

“HOLY SHIT, IS THAT ZAYN I HEAR? OH MY GOD, CHARLIE, ARE YOU SLEEPING WITH HIM AGAIN?!” Rae’s voice startled me, reminding me I was still on the phone with her, and I jumped and knocked my head into the wood above my bunk.

“No, sheesh Rae, I am not sleeping with him! And again? It was only one time and I didn’t even know it was him!” I whispered/yelled.

“But it was good, don’t forget that, Charlie,” Zayn chimed in and I just could just imagine the smug look on his face.

“Be quiet, go back to sleep, you aren’t apart of this conversation,” I snapped at him and turned on my side, thinking it was the side that allowed me to stare at the wall of the bunk.

I was wrong.

I shrieked as I felt my body tumble out of the bunk – because I turned too far on my side – and I groaned as I landed quite hard on the ground below.

I turned my body over, blinking my eyes, my body aching from the impact. After the initial wave of pain passed, my cheeks flushed as I saw three pairs of eyes looking down at me, irritable.

“Sorry,” I apologized, cringing that I had woken Lou and Sandy Beales up, but apparently Zayn as well.

I bit my lip as I stood up and limped out of there, my thumb sliding over the End Call button, cutting off Rae’s yelling for “details about Zayn and Wesley”.

After closing the door behind me, I walked into the living area of the tour bus, and sat down. My eyes wandered over to the window and I glanced down at my phone in my hand, giggling quietly because I had accidentally hung up on Rae.

“Hey, you okay?” Zayn asked as he walked out of the sleeping area, running a hand through his, somehow, perfect black hair, the gold stripe still present as ever.

“What are you doing on the bus?” I bluntly asked, not thinking about it, and instantly regretting it.

Zayn paused but fixed his composure, “Well, Niall wanted Josh to chill with him on the way to Glasgow, and I wasn’t present when the decision was made but apparently I traded my bunk with Josh.”

A laugh escaped my lips, the thought of Zayn being played by his own band mate, quite amusing for me in this early hour of the morning.

Silenced laced the air after that and I tried, well not really, to not watch Zayn grab a snack from the little fridge in the living room area but I wasn’t going to deny how good he looked, after just waking up. It wasn’t fair.

“Why do you keep bringing up that night?” The question danced off my tongue and I clamped my mouth shut, wanting to jump out of the bus precisely at the exact moment.

Zayn looked away from the little fridge, looking directly at me, “It was the night we first met, though you really didn’t know who I was.”

My heart fluttered, surprising me, but I don’t know why I wasn’t being the usual bitch I was with Zayn, though it was usual brought on by his brooding act. I guess I didn’t want him going back to his brooding self at the moment; I did need him in a good mood for when the time came for me to interview him.

“Why is it that important that you have to bring it up, though?” I couldn’t help myself asking these questions, I was curious.

Zayn looked like he was going to say something but before he could, Sandy Beales walked in, interrupting Zayn’s good mood.

“It isn’t important,” Zayn muttered as he walked past me, back into the sleeping area. I internally groaned; Zayn is so frustrating. I awkwardly greeted Sandy but quickly turned my attention away and looked out at the scenery we passed on our way to Glasgow.

You’re here for the internship, I reminded myself, not because Zayn frustrates you and…you might like it…only for the internship.

Yeah…I was never good at lying to myself.

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