I managed!

I'm Summer. Summer Doth. I know, weird name, but that's the least of my worries right now. I'm dating a footballer, I'm a singer, my Dad's a manager.

But the problem is who he manages.

You guessed it; One Direction.

Urggghh, right?...................................that's what I THOUGHT?

Soon enough, things change..But is it for the better?


4. Please Come Back

Zayn's POV


I stayed at the hotel another day, but then I got tired of it. Tired of being so far away from the boys and even. believe it or not, Summer. I checked out of the hotel, handing over the key before slipping out, silently. I did get a few stares from some people, but I ignored them all, pulling my hood up. I walked around for ages, until I arrived at what looks like a train station.


Some people may say I'm over reacting, but it hurts too much, knowing the person you love, hates you. It's even harder looking at them, when all you get back are glares and stares. I wiped a tear as a few girls walked past and stared at me for a while. It got intimidating after a while, so I started walking away. But I was held back with someone holding my arms tightly. I turned around, but before I can say anything, a few flashes of cameras hurt my eyes.


Great. I'll be all over the news in a matter of seconds. I just hope Summer and the boys are too caught up in anything else to watch the news. I hope. I groaned, and without a word, I started running. I don't know where to, but I was just running.


Summer's POV


I had just arrived at home, only to see everyone sitting on the couches with tears in their eyes. I frowned, slowly making my way to where they all sat.


''Dad? Why are they all crying?'' I whispered, referring to the crying boys, crawled and huddled together on one couch.


''Zayn's...kinda missing.'' He grunted back, before getting up and leaving to his room.


I sat in between Louis and Harry, smiling at them. I may hate them with all the hate possible, but I know what it feels like to lose someone you love, my mum. They didn't smile back though, they just cried even harder. I sighed, grabbing the T.V remote and turning on the T.V. The news was on.


Normally I hate the news, but something on this made me keep it on.


''...Malik has been spotted near a train station earlier today. He was running away from the cameras, giving us the idea that he is running away. Also, a few fans spotted him going into a hotel last night, called Hotel Meet.'' My jaw dropped as a picture of the guy on the bus popped up.


No way. I was sat next to Zayn on the bus...and I was in the same hotel as him.


Ironic that it's called Hotel Meet.


''WHAT?'' Harry screeched, looking at me. ''YOU LEFT A NOTE...SAYING YOU WENT THERE!'' I nodded, hanging my head in shame. How can I not have seen him, how did I not notice him at the breakfast bar? I put my head in my hands, before snapping it up and looking at them.


''We need to find him guys. I know I hate him, but this is serious.'' I blurted, getting their attention. Liam nodded, getting up. With that we all left for the train station that Zayn was seen in.


When we arrived, I rushed out, the boys trailing at my heel. I looked around, not knowing where I was going, until I saw him.


He was on a train.


''ZAYN!'' I screamed, running towards the train. I jumped onto it, just before it left, but the rest of the boys didn't make it. I waved to them through the window as they mouthed things at me.


''Help him, please.'' I could tell Niall managed to mouth this. I nodded, before heading to see which seat Zayn was at. I looked for a while, until I found him, crying.


''Zayn?'' I whispered, as his head  snapped up.


''Summer.'' He whispered back, not showing any emotion. He turned his attention back to the window, more tears rolling down his cheeks.


''Why did you run away, Zayn?'' I sat down next to him, trying to get him to look at me. ''Zayn?''


''It hurt. It really did, Summer.'' He didn't have to explain what hurt. We both knew VERY well what he was talking about. I looked down at the ground, my head bobbing up and down along with everyone else.


How can I have been so selfish. I didn't even know the guy.


''I'm so sorry Za...'' I started, only to be interrupted again.


''It won't help. Your apology won't help. I know you still hate me, Summer.'' He argued, catching me by surprise. I nodded, showing him I understand.


''I don't hate you. I wasn't thinking straight when I said it. I barley even know you, I have NO right to hate you, I'm sorry.'' My voice was getting louder and louder, showing desperation. ''Please come back. The boys were crying, scared about you. Even I worried, this must be a good thing.'' I joked, nudging him playfully. I could see he was smiling from the reflection in the window, which made me smile. After a while he nodded, turning his attention back to me. I smiled widely, but then it hit me.


How were we supposed to get back home?

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