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.


25. ::Chapter Twenty-Two::


I collapsed onto the couch in our dressing room, listening as the other lads got out of their concert outfits and got into more comfortable clothes for the drive to the next place.

Throughout the whole concert, I had been thinking about the position I had put Charlie, and how every fiber in my bones was praying that she was still waiting for me in the hospital. At least I managed to remember every lyric to every song and hopefully I didn’t disappoint a single supporter at our show.

“You want a lift to the hospital?” Harry suddenly offered, the other boys quieting and looking at me.

I lifted my head and looked at him, curious as to how he knew what I needed. 

Harry just innocently shrugged his shoulders; his brown curls held back by a pair of black sunglasses, as he said, “We eavesdropped.”

I let out a sigh and nodded gratefully as Harry went over to Paul and arranged for us to get snuck out of the arena and to the hospital.

The whole ride there, my heart was racing, sweat dripping down my forehead. The only other girl, who made me as nervous as this, had been Perrie. I wasn’t much for playing with girls, like most other guys would be; I liked only being vulnerable with someone whom I knew I could really trust.

“She’ll be there,” Louis declared suddenly, a gleam of determination in his eyes. He nodded at me and grinned as he gave a pair of thumbs up.

I partially smiled but kept my expectations at bay, trying to prepare myself for what could possibly lay ahead. Either I would be beyond happy or heartbroken.

Finally the car stopped at the hospital and I put on my own shades, not caring that it was night time, as I got out of the car after Niall. We kept our heads down and hands in pockets and tried to blend in as we walked into the hospital.

I didn’t bother asking for Charlie’s room number and made my way up to the third floor, where she was, and looked around for her room number. As I turned a corner, my shoulder smashed into another and I glanced at the person I had run into.

The girl half-glanced at me as she moved away, muttering softly. “I’m sorry.”

I tried to get another look at her, her red hair looking familiar but she had already run out of my sight.

I reached Charlie’s room and paused before opening it, my heart pounding, my eyes glancing back at all of the boys before letting the door open. My eyes took in the girl sitting on the bed, her head down, hidden by a beanie, and my heart soared for a second. Just a second.

Then it went completely dead and cold as the girl lifted her head, blond strands of hair falling out of the beanie, and she looked at me with an apologetic face. I swallowed harshly and stumbled backwards, trying to keep myself together as my world fell around me.

“Zayn,” Harry whispered into my ear and I leaned back into him for support.

I shook my head, pushing myself out of his grasp, standing still. “No, don’t say it. It isn’t like I expected her to be here, why would she have been? We barely knew each other and I put this on her…if anything, I’m not shocked.”

Every word that left my mouth was a lie but I hated being seen vulnerable by a bunch of people, even if these were my best mates, I still didn’t like it.

“Come on, we need to rest up for tomorrow’s show,” I said tersely as I moved away from that room, not saying a thing to Perrie as I slammed the door shut behind me.

The exact moment the door closed, that was the exact moment I stopped being me, that was the exact moment the world lost its "Zayn Malik" and got a brokenhearted British pop star instead.

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