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.


12. ::Chapter Twelve::

I hate invading people’s privacies but Zayn already took something from me, so I ignored the voices in my head that told me to just go to my room. Instead I hid myself behind someone random person who happened to be near Zayn and kept my ear on his conversation.

“No, I mean it when I said I’d try to help but you’re the one who pushed me away,” Zayn argued, struggling to keep his voice quiet. “You can say the media tore us apart but you know that’s not true.”

A reply back from the other person.

“You know I’m sorry…” Zayn repeated from earlier. “What? How did you know about her? You saw the picture and you assumed, wow, you’re stellar.”


“Charlie is here for the magazine, not for me, and not that she would’ve come had I asked her to because she believes I used her,” Zayn quickly clarified the “her”. “But she isn’t what you called me to talk about? Yeah, I also meant that too…I have to go, sound check soon…I know, bye.”

He quickly hung up on the other person and then looked at directly where I was, because my cover had left but I had been too caught up in the phone conversation.

“Zayn,” I slowly said, guilty, but Zayn shook his head and walked over to the elevators of the hotel.

I watched as he disappeared but looked down as my phone vibrated in my coat pocket. I clicked on the New Message and read it to myself.

Unknown Number: well, well, you might not be suicidal but you do like to eavesdrop.

My mind clicked to who it could be as soon as the word suicidal was read and my head snapped up. He could only know if he was here. I scanned the lobby, my hopes high for being mistake and just being crept on, but my heart sank when I recognized the same bandana from earlier on a guy at the front desk.

But I was caught off guard as I noticed that he wasn’t alone. He stood next to a proper dressed woman and her husband. He just had to be rich and important, great. He returned my gaze, a smirk on his lips as he took a key from the front desk. Turning away, whispering into the woman’s ear, he began to walk towards me.

“It’s so nice to meet you for the first time,” He sarcastically said as he reached me. “But you do seem oddly familiar.”

I tensed, “Stop joking around. Who are you?”

He glanced back at the adults he had just stood next to a minute ago, “I would tell you my name but then I’d have to kill you…or I could get the car, like you requested earlier.”

That made me snap, my hand smacking him in the arm. He just smiled cruelly but looked again at the adults, who were now getting into an elevator, beckoning him to join them. He waved his hand and turned his grey speckled emerald irises onto me.

“What’s your name?” He asked, losing the American accent, a British accent stepping in.

I complied, “Charlie but now tell me yours.”

He took a deep breath in, his eyes closing, “Wesley Delevingne.”

Delevingne…familiar…holy crap, his sister is…my god.

“And your parents let you dress like that?” I pointed out his outfit.

“Look at you,” He retorted but continued. “I have to dress the way my agency wants me to except when I’m not needed, that’s when I dress how I want.”

I glanced at my outfit, “Oh come on, who doesn’t like sweatpants and superman? Clearly you, for one.”

He shrugged his shoulders, “No longer a comic-boy anymore. More or less, rebellious teenager at the moment.”

I nodded, “Yah, well, as killer as it was to meet you, which it wasn’t, I have a job to get back to.”

“Right, you’re the writer for the famous band staying here,” Wesley commented. “Cute.”

I looked at him again, “How do you know who I am?”

“Well, Harry mentioned a Charlie to me when I arrived, and you were eavesdropping his friend, Zayn, so I pieced it together,” Wesley smirked. “Night, Charlie.”

Then he stepped away and got into the elevator that had just arrived, shutting the doors before I could get in, leaving me stunned in the lobby.

[Note: Wesley Delevingne is totally fictional…as far as I know and Zayn was talking to Perrie on the phone, and I apologize to any Zerrie fans that they had to break-up.]

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