I'm sorry.

Zayn Malik was in over his head, he bit off more then he could chew, how ever you want to say it. He was in trouble, and now he was going to drag everyone he loved down with him.


4. Chapter Four

I walked into the hotel room me and Niall shared together, and sat down, waiting for the doctor Paul called. Niall sat down across from me, and stared at the floor.

"Zayn... What were you and Liam arguing about at the parlor?" I just faintly heard Niall say.

I gulped and chuckled nervously. "You.. A.. You heard that?" I said scratching the back of my neck with my good hand.

Niall looked at me dumbfounded. "Of course! All of us did, and I'm sure Our Girls did to." I gasped, my mind coming up with all the stories the paps will come up with.

'Liam Payne, Zayn Malik, brothers? More like enemies.'

"I...um..." Thankfully I was saved by a knock on the door, which I gladly jumped up to answer.

I looked through the peephole and saw a man who I assumed was the doctor.

"Zayn Maleek?" He asked, and I cringed but opened the door.

"It's Malik, and yes that's me." He walked in and I followed him.

"Hello, Mr. Malik, I'm Doctor Geralds, I've been informed you've banged your hand?" He asked and I just nodded and sat down, my bad hand resting on the table.

He poked and prodded, and I bit my lip to refrain from screaming at him, or in pain.

"Yes you've certainly broke it" he said and glanced at Niall to see him hold back laughter, I smirked and stuck my tongue out at him. "But thankfully it doesn't need surgery, it just needs to be casted for a few weeks." He said and I immediately felt relieved.

Wait... When did you need surgery for a broken hand? I shook the question off, and watched as he gauzed then put the cast material stuff on my hand.

"Thank you.. Did Paul pay you, or do I need to?" I asked and moved slightly closer to Niall out of instinct as he reached into his pocket.

"Oh, no payment is needed, just sign this and we can call it even." He said winking as he showed a photo of my head.

I started to feel creeped out, but I took the picture.

"Who should I make my.. Erm.. Face out to?" I asked, and watched as a smile spread across his face.

"Tyrese Gerald's, she's my daughter." I almost immediately felt relieved that he wasn't some creepy old guy obsessed with me.

"Um... Ok." I said and ran the Sharpie across the picture, writing my almost illegible signature "you sure that this is ok?" I asked.

"Yeah yeah it's fine" he said chuckling and started walking to the door.

I followed him and locked the door behind him. Once the door was closed Niall started cracking up, I just looked at him confused.

"You.. You should of s..seen your face.. When... When he handed you the.... The pic.. Picture!" He shouted, while gasping for breath.

I joined in with him, and soon we both had tears streaming out of our eyes, and were clutching our sides begging each other to shut up so we can stop laughing. After about five minutes of just plain laughing we settled down. I got off the floor, which I had fallen onto from laughing so hard, and walked over to the bed and sat next to him.

"Guess being famous has some perks." I said chuckling, and Niall started laughing again.

"I.. I hate.. Hate you!" He screamed as he loss control of his laughter again.

I knew he was only kidding but I still felt hurt engulf me. The last thing I wanted was for him to hate me. He seemed to notice my sober attitude, for he stopped laughing and was looking at me with worry filled eyes.

"Zayn, is everything ok?" He asked and I plastered on a fake smile and nodded.

"Yep, I'm peachy." I mumbled and started to get up but Niall grabbed my shirt and pulled me back down.

I landed on my back, and Niall quickly jumped on my hips, straddling me, he then grabbed my arms and I allowed him too hold me down. I gulped at the position we were in, and how badly I wanted to flip us and just slam my lips onto his.

"I know something's bothering you, you said "peachy" the only time you say that is when you're angry, hurt, or sad, sometimes all of the above." He said, and I was shocked at how much he paid attention to me.

"Nothing's bothering me. Honest." I lied, and he seemed to tell I was lying.

He let go of my arms and crossed his arms across his chest and pouted. His bottom lip stuck out, and he was hunched back slightly, but still was straddling me.

"Why are you lying to me." He whined, and I just smiled.

" I'm not. When have I lied to you?" I said and ignored the voice in my head that said 'everyday.'

"Never. But that doesn't matter, and if you don't tell me right now I'll tickle you." He threatened and I couldn't hold back laughter.

"No! Please don't, not the tickles!" I "begged"

Niall smiled and immediately started tickling me. He started at my arms pits and wiggled his fingers down my side. I tried to suppress the laughter, but it spilled from my lips. I writhed underneath him, trying to get his hands off of my sides.

"Mwahaha you can't stop the tickle monster once it's been released!" He screamed which only caused me to laugh harder.

"Ni.. Niall... St..stop! Ple..please!" I screamed as I writhed underneath him.

He stopped, due to him laughing so hard, and fell onto the other side of the bed back first. We both laughed for another good five minutes.

"You freak." I said once I got my breath back.

Niall giggled slightly, which may I say is the cutest thing ever. I rolled over, and put my arms on either side of his head, but still laid on my side.

"Guess who gets tickled next." I said with an evil smirk.

Niall squealed and jumped up, hitting my head in the process. I groaned and fell onto my back, but after a second or two I jumped up and chased after him.

"You can run, but you can't hide you leprechaun!" I screamed and chased after him, which wasn't that hard since our room wasn't that big.

I stopped at the bathroom door, and listened. I could hear Niall breathing heavily and tiny giggles. I rolled my eyes and opened the door.

"If you're going to hide in a bathroom, you ought too at least lock the door." I said, and he gasped getting up and trying to get past me.

I grabbed his waist and threw him over my shoulder. He let out a surprised squeak and fought to get down.

"Zayn! Put me down!" He screamed and I winced as he was right by my ear.

I walked to the bed and threw him down gently, he landed with a plop. I quickly straddled his hips, but didn't put my weight on him.

"Hmm now what to do what to do." I said with my chin in my now casted hand, and drumming my fingers on my chin. "Oh! I know! How 'bout unleashing the tickle monster?"

"No! He's tired! Shh! Don't wake him!" Niall protested and I face palmed.

"Nope" I said popping the "p" "tickle monsters don't get tired."

Niall quickly tucked his hands under his arm pits, and tucked his chin into his neck.

"Ha! Now what are ya gonna do?" He questioned.

I wanted to say 'well I guess I'll just have to kiss you.' But instead I just laid down on him.

"Oi! Mate! Your butt is crushing me!" He complained.

"It's not my fault! Gravity is increasing on me!" I yelled into his chest.

"You're crazy!" He screamed right back while trying to get me up, I just went limp.

"It's true! The same thing happened yesterday!" I defended myself.

I heard him groan and his chest rumbled.

"Did we seriously just quote Lilo and Stitch™?" He asked and I looked up, and bit my lip, somehow our faces had ended up closer and my face was now literally hovering over his.

"Y..yes we did." I stuttered.

Before I knew what was happening my lips had crashed down onto his, and my arms were bent on either side of his face. He didn't react at first, but soon, our lips were moving in sync. There was no tongue or asking for entrance. Just a passionate, sweet, needy, kiss. His lips we're so soft, and pliable. Our lips morphed into one. Thoughts along the lines of 'Niall Horan is kissing me!' And 'is this real' or ' I can't believe this happening!' raced throughout my mind. After about a minute of this we pulled away breathlessly.

"Zayn that was.." I didn't let him finish, for panic raced into my body.

I jumped off of him and started pacing.

"I'm sorry that was so wrong. I shouldn't of done that! Ah I'm such a bloody idiot!" I looked at him with tears eyes. "Could you ever forgive me?" I whimpered.

By this time Niall was sitting up staring at me with wide eyes, but as soon as I stopped freaking out, he was up and walking toward me. He grabbed the sides of my face and pecked my lips. Now I was confused. Did this mean he liked me? Did it mean I didn't make a mistake?

"Amazing. I was going to say that was amazing." He said with a dreamy look on his face.

Those four words. Those four meaningless words, suddenly meant the world to me. They meant he didn't hate me, yet possibly liked me. That I might have a chance. They took the weight of the world off my shoulders. And just then, in that tiny room in Austin, Texas. That room was paradise. Not even paradise. It was a different world. It was heaven.

A/N oh. My. Goodness. THEY KISSED!! FINALLY!!! I've been wanting to write that for a loonnngg time now. But doesn't that seriously sound like the best day ever? So ya I was reading over this and I realized how long it was lol, but I don't think you'll mind, do you? Anywho lemme know what you think inthe comments below ⬇️⬇️

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