Too Much

They were so smothered in love they didn't have a chance to come up for air.

Trinity was an aspiring artist, quickly making her way up the ladder of fame. Maybe not in the way she expected--as she meets the world-famous Zayn Malik of One Direction, her journey of love and stardom is set along a path of joy and ambition. But she needs to know that not everything is like it is in the books and movies; there WILL be heartbreak and nothing is ever easy.

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5. Chapter 5

For a second, everything was dead silent--to me, at least. I was still vaguely aware of the rest of the boys making their usual noise; it was hard to ignore. 

Then my heart picked up double-time. I felt dizzy, and my forehead beaded with sweat. 

What you do if I kissed you right now? 

The words repeated themselves over and over in my head. I couldn't believe he said that; maybe he does care. 

Of course he cares, my brain argued. He's cared from the very beginning. 

If he cared, then why hasn't he showed it? I asked desperately. 

He has! The flirting. You've been dismissing it as a psychological issue. It wasn't in your head. You're just stupid. 

I took a second to process this; I was somewhat aware that I hadn't answered Zayn's question yet, as he was starting to worry. But he didn't have to, I wanted to tell him so badly that I had been waiting since the beginning for him to make his move. 

And now that he had, I sat here, dumbfounded, in his arms, making him more and more anxious by the second. 

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. I saw hope and worry light his eyes, and I felt so guilty for putting him on edge. 

"I want, I want, I want to be loved by you," he sang quietly. 

That made me giggle, the first response I'd given him since he asked me that vital question. He smiled in return. 

"Should I sing to you?" he asked in a murmur. 

I bit my lip. "It might make me say yes," I hinted. 

He laughed and let go of me to reach underneath the seat. I watched, confused, as he took out a guitar. 

"Nobody knows I keep this here," he explained. "I guess they do now," he sighed. 

As he began playing the first notes of the song, the others quieted down. As if on cue, Liam started singing. 

"I'm broken

Do you hear me?

I'm blinded

Cause you are everything I see.

I'm dancing

Alone

I'm praying

That your heart will just turn around..." 

I listened, mostly to hear Zayn's part. When it finally came, I smiled. 

"Yeah

I've never had the words to say


But now I'm asking you to stay


For a little while inside my arms


And as you close your eyes tonight


I pray that you will see the light

That's shining from the stars above


And I'll say . . ."

When the song eventually ended, he put down his guitar and held out his arms; I hugged him willingly. He buried his face in my hair, mine in his chest. I could just make out the sound of the boys' joking around. 

"Are you ever going to say yes?" Zayn whispered to me as he lifted my chin up. 

I smiled. "Yes." 

He frowned in confusion. "Yes, you're going to answer, or yes, I can kiss you?" 

I giggled; he was so adorable when he was clueless. 

"Yes, you can kiss me--no!" I laughed as he tried to to touch his lips to mine. 

"What?" he said, frowning again. "You said I could kiss you." 

I laughed again. "Yes, you can. After you take me on a date," I finished. 

His face was suddenly centimeters away from mine. He did that thing with his eyes again--they bore right into my soul, as creepy as that sounded. I was instantly captivated by their beauty. 

He stared at me for a second, taking my breath away with his sincerity. 

"Do you really want to wait that long to kiss me?" he breathed, his cool breath fanning my face. 

Damn, he was making this difficult. 

"Y-y-yes," I stuttered. 

He brushed his lips against mine, teasing me. 

"I don't know," he continued. "Our date could take a while." 

I gulped. "I can wait," I said steadily. 

He narrowed his eyes at me. "You don't really want to kiss me." A statement. A flat statement. He pulled away. 

My eyes widened, and my heart panged. 

"What? No! Of course I do." 

He rolled his eyes. 

I sighed. "Zayn, I've known you for all of four hours." 

He shrugged. 

I touched his hand; it tensed up at my touch. 

"Look at me," I pleaded. 

He reluctantly looked at me, avoiding my eyes. 

"I'm sorry," I said, tears trying to form. "I am. And, believe me, you have no idea how much I wanna kiss you." He smiled slightly. I continued. "But . . . but you have Scarlett, and I know you're gonna say that she's not your girlfriend and I really, really want to believe you but no matter how many times you say it isn't true--" I sniffled, wiping the tears away with the back of my hand that wasn't holding his. "It still feels like it is." 

Zayn's face was pained. I took note of the boys trying not to listen. 

"Trinity . . ." he whispered. 

"I've known you for four hours," I repeated, the river flowing. "But I like you." 

He shook his head. "You're insane," he said. 

My heart shattered. It took my breath away. 

He looked me right in the eyes. 

"I honestly hate Scarlett," he said with a small smile. 

I blew a gust of wind through my mouth with a relieved smile as I wiped away the rest of the tears. 

"And she's not my girlfriend," he continued, leaning in closer to emphasize. "She never will be." 

"But--" 

"I don't want her," he told me forcefully. I was surprised by the intensity of his eyes as they bore into mine. 

"Zayn--" 

"I want you." His hands gripped my shoulders. "Don't you understand? I don't just flirt with anyone. You'd have to be pretty damn special." His head snapped up as he looked at Harry, who'd cringed. "Sorry, Harry." 

He looked back down at me. "Trinity, I like you. Why can't you see that?" 

The tears started up again. I shook my head. 

He shook his, too. "You're impossible," he said, running a hand through his hair. 

And then put it back on the top of my arm as he crashed his lips to mine. 

I felt his hands squeeze me gently, the urgency and love clear in the way his lips moved against mine. The kiss was sweet, amazing . . . I let myself melt in his grip. His hands momentarily released me as one moved to my waist and the other tightened in my hair. His lips parted mine, and his breath blew into my mouth. It tasted so sweet I nearly fainted. 

We stayed liked that, lips parted against each other, eyes closed, leaning on each other's foreheads. I was only half-aware of other objects around me; all I knew was Zayn at that moment. My hands were clutching at the fabric over his chest; I could feel his rapid heartbeat. 

I finally opened my eyes. He was staring at my lips. 

He looked me in the eye. "Do you believe me now?" he whispered. 

I smiled. He grinned in response. 

"I'll take that as a yes," he murmured before pecking my lips once more.

 

 

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" 

"Yeah, it's amazing." 

"Told you." 

I turned away from Big Ben to see Zayn's smirk. He had his right arm around my waist, the other shoved in his pocket. When I smiled, he took his left hand out of his pocket and linked it with his other on the small of my back, turning me to face him in the process. I put my hands behind his neck in response. 

We were in London, after a very long--longer than it should have been--ride in the limo. Louis had teased Zayn and me, saying things like, "Aw, look at the lovebirds. They're gonna build a nest and lay eggs together and live happily ever after in their magic oak tree." It made me want to punch him in the face.  

The rest of the band were somewhere else in town. I didn't really know--or care. 

"Thanks for taking me here," I said to Zayn. 

He smiled. "You've seriously never been here before?" 

"No. I've been more focused on trying to get a career in music. It's not every day that you get signed to one of the biggest record companies in the world," I told him. 

He shrugged. 

I reached behind me and pulled his hands away, but held them in front of us. I intertwined our fingers, and he leaned his forehead against mine. 

We looked into each other's eyes for a moment. 

"Are you ever gonna sing to me?" he asked me softly. 

"I've sang in front of you before!" 

"Not just me. Plus, it was all mixed in with everyone else's voices, so it doesn't count. 

I sighed. He had a point. 

"Soon," I agreed grimly. 

He grinned. "Does this mean I get a private concert?" 

I looked back up at him and giggled. "No. I'm going to sing to all of you. Maybe today, maybe tomorrow." I shrugged. "The time will come." 

Zayn laughed. "You sound like a fortune teller." 

I shrugged again. 

Pulling away, I let go of his left hand and faced the giant clock. It was five-thirty. 

"We should probably get back to the hotel," I sighed. 

He looked at me and laughed. 

I frowned. "What?" 

But he just shook his head. "Nothing," he replied, still chuckling. 

My frown deepened, but then I figured he'd never tell me. I started to pull him over to the limo. 

When we reached it, he held the door open for me. 

"For m'lady," he said, bowing. 

I giggled. "Why, thank you, kind sir." 

After I got in, he sat beside me and closed the door. The limo started to move. 

"Wait, what?" I said out loud. "Where are the rest?" 

Zayn looked at me. "They already left. They went back like an hour ago. Where have you been?"  (A/N ALLLL MYYY LIIIIIIIFFFFEEEEEE!!!!!!!! sorry, I had to xD)

My eyes widened. "Why didn't they tell me?" I asked, a bit hurt. 

He frowned. "They did. They texted you." 

"What?" 

I took out my phone, and, sure enough, I had one new text. 

Harry: Hey babe, were going back to the hotel. don't you and zayn have too much fun;) see you later(: 

I shook my head. The message was sent fifty-five minutes ago. 

Putting my phone back in my back pocket, I nestled against Zayn, holding his hands with his arms around me. I put my legs up on the seat and curled them up. 

"So does this mean you're my girlfriend now?" he murmured against my hair. 

I smiled. "Not until you take me on a date." 

"Friends with benefits," he whispered in my ear, the feeling sending chills down my neck. 

I shrugged. "Whatever." 

He pressed his lips back to my hair. "I'll take you on a date soon," he muttered against my hair. "You'll see." 

I opened my eyes, which had closed in my comfort, and turned around to face him. Immediately, he grabbed my hands again.

"I'd like to see that. It's not every day you get to go out with Zayn Malik. Then again," I added thoughtfully, blinking my eyes and cocking my head to the side, "it's not like I do much. Mainly, I just stay in my room and upload videos on YouTube--" 

Oops. 

He smiled. "You're on YouTube? I'm looking you up." 

Letting go of my hands, he took out his phone and unlocked it. 

Trinity. Nice. 

He opened the app and searched Trinity Ross. Unfortunately, all the results were me. 

"With You; Skyscraper; Dark Side; Jesus, Take the Wheel; What Hurts the Most; Titanium . . ." He went on, naming all the covers of songs I did. 

Suddenly he stopped and smirked. 

"What?" I asked wearily. 

He looked at me. "More Than This." 

I blushed and looked down, fiddling with my hands. 

He laughed. 

"What?" I asked, offended. "I like that song." 

His eyebrows raised. "Do you, now?" he asked, looking back at his phone. He laughed again. I groaned. 

"What's the next one gonna be? Do you have it planned?" 

I sighed. What's the point? 

"Gotta Go My Own Way." 

Zayn was quiet. I eventually worked up the courage to look at his face, which was incredulous. 

"High School Musical?" he asked, struggling. 

I rolled my eyes. "I've always liked that song." 

He started laughing, but I punched his arm as hard as I could. 

Instantly, though, I felt bad; he doubled over, clutching his arm. His face was scrunched up in pain. 

"Oh, my God, Zayn, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to--" 

He stopped me midsentence, wrapping me in a bone-crushing hug in which he turned me around so that my back was against his chest, causing me to scream briefly. I quickly shut up; I wasn't trying to kill the driver's eardrums. 

"Don't freaking DO that!" I complained. "God, you scared the crap out of me." 

Zayn just laughed. I rolled my eyes, but couldn't help the smile that appeared on my face. 

"You love it, really," he murmured in my ear. 

I put my hands on his forearms, the only thing I could do with them, and turned my head to him. 

"I don't know about loving, but I do like it." I looked up into his beautiful eyes--light brown. They were mesmerizing. 

He chuckled, but made no other response; we just stared into each other's eyes. 

I raised an eyebrow. "So how about that date?" I asked. 

He smiled crookedly. "And here I thought I was gonna be the one to ask. A little impatient, are we?" 

"Um, I didn't ask you out on a date. I asked when were were going. And I'd like to know the answer as soon as possible," I added in a murmur, leaning closer. 

He blinked rapidly, and I felt his heartbeat quicken against my back. I smiled. 

"Uh . . . well, I'm free tomorrow, what about you?" 

"Yeah." 

"Great, I'll pick you up at seven," he concluded, unraveling his arms from my body and taking out his phone. 

"But--" 

"Come on, we're here," he said, putting his iPhone back in his pocket and getting out. He turned around and held out his hand. 

I unbuckled my seatbelt but stayed where I was. I crossed my arms. 

"What?" he questioned. 

"Tell me where we're going." 

"Now, why would I do that?" he asked with a smirk. 

"So I'll know what to wear," I replied in a "duh" voice. 

"I can't tell you for reasons of the element of surprise being ruined and--" 

"Okay, whatever," I interrupted, taking his hand and stepping out of the limo. Once again, his touch sent tingles throughout my body and butterflies to my stomach. 

"Interrupting people is rude, you know," he told me. 

I rolled my eyes. 

"Here come the lovebirds!" Louis shouted as soon as we stepped into their room. 

"Shut up, Louis," I said with a smile. 

"So, are you two dating or what?" 

"No--" 

"She won't be my girlfriend until I take her out on a real date," Zayn said with a roll of his eyes. 

"Hey!" I protested. I pulled my hand out of his and crossed my arms. 

"Aw, Trinity, really?" Louis whined. 

"Really," I replied bluntly. 

"But why?" he pressed. 

"Because, Louis, I don't think it's right for people to just call each other boyfriend and girlfriend without actually going out on a real date." 

He stared at me in disbelief. "That doesn't even make any sense!" he protested. 

I shrugged, but didn't respond. It didn't make sense to me, either, but that was my opinion and I wasn't going to change it. 

"Zayn, can I please talk to you, alone?" I asked suddenly. 

"Um, sure. Come on." He pulled me into his room across the hall. 

"What about?" he asked. 

"Hang on," I said, looking for my iPod. When I found it, I unlocked it. 

"What are you doing?" He was confused. 

"I want you to listen to a song. I think it applies to this situation, kind of." 

"Situation? I just want you to be my girlfriend, how is that a situation?" 

"Just listen." I gave him the earbuds and pressed play. 

"Hey, good girl, with your head I. the clouds. I bet you I can tell you what you're thinking about . . ." 

He listened in silence, his face slowly turning into an expression of sadness. 

When the song was over, he took the earbuds out of his ears and handed them over. I looked at him, feeling depressed. The song I made him listen to had put me in a bad mood, because it was true. Sort of. 

We stared at each other for an immeasurable moment, both of us somber. He broke the silence first. 

He came and wrapped his arms around me tightly; I hugged him back just as hard. 

"Is that really what you think?" he whispered in my ear. 

I shrugged. "You're a worldwide sensation. You've probably had lots of girls." 

I could feel him shaking his head. "No, only a couple, but they weren't nearly as amazing as you." 

I pulled away slightly so I could see his face; it was pained. I raised an eyebrow. 

"Really? When was your first kiss?" 

He blushed. "Um . . ." 

"I thought so," I said as I pressed my lips together and nodded. I walked over to the bed and sat on the edge. 

"Trinity . . ." he began as he ran a hand through his hair. He looked at me and grinned. "Are you gonna do that all the time?" he asked. 

I frowned. Was he bipolar or something? "Do what?" 

"Play me a song that fits your feelings." I shrugged, looking down. "Well, you should," he continued. "It helps me to know what you're really feeling inside. That's helpful in a relationship, you know." He winked. 

I laughed. "What is your problem?" I asked in-between giggles. 

"That you wont be my girlfriend," he muttered. 

The laughter stopped abruptly. 

"Zayn, I said I would. I just wanna go on a real date first." 

His eyes lit up. "Then I know exactly where to take you." 

I frowned again. "Where?" 

But he shook his head. "It's a surprise." 

"Oh, come on!" I groaned. "At least tell me what to wear," I pouted when he shook his head again, grinning. 

"Oh, just dress normally." 

My eyebrows raised. "Really?" 

He nodded. "Yup. I think you'd look great in skinny jeans. Black ones, to be precise. Oh, and I know this is sudden, but will you go on a date with me?" He grinned cheekily. 

I rolled my eyes, but said, "Of course," and smiled back. 

"Great. Get ready for the night of your life." 

I raised an eyebrow. "That sounds wrong." 

"Only if you think wrong." He winked. 

"Pervert," I laughed. 

"Only for you."

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