"Leigh-Anne, wakey wakey." Harry said, sternly. I woke up, rubbing my eyes. The whole gang was sitting around the bed. They all looked panicky. "What's the matter. My hair always looks like this!" I joked. No one else laughed. "Whose idea was it?" Louis growled. "Lou, what on earth are you talking about?" I whispered. scared. "Oh, Leigh-Anne, don't play dumb. We all know about.... your problem." Jesy sneered. I was confused. "What problem." I sassed. "Your-- Your-- Your snoring issue." Liam whispered. No one could help it. Everyone broke out in giggles, and laughs. "You guys! You almost scared the crap out of me!" I shrieked with laughter. "Anyway, get ready, love. After picking up Perrie, we're going to the mall, and then to a fancy dinner." Harry told me. "Where are we going to dinner?" I asked. "Dabous." Niall replied. I nodded, and went to shower. I wore [http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=113668072] and did my makeup. As I walked out, Harry was wearing a Guns and Roses tanktop, with denim jeans. I continued to gaze at him. "Take a picture, it'll last longer." he smirked. I blushed. "And you, Miss Pinnock are looking quite exquisite." he smiled as he took my hand and kissed it. I giggled. "And you, Mr. Styles, are looking dashing too." I said playing along. "Well, Miss Pinnock, I have a serious question for you, and I am hoping the answer will be yes." he said, serious, but still playing along. "Certainly, Mr. Styles." I ushered for him to continue. "Miss. Pinnock, will you take the honor of becoming my girlfriend, and accompanying me towards this horrendous journey called life?" he asked. I gasped. "But of course! Mr. Styles, you are now my beloved boyfriend, and must stay with my no matter what!" I declared. "Leigh-Anne, I love you." Harry said, looking me in the eyes. "I do too." I said.
"The mall was fun, right Perrie?" Jade asked. We've come back, and were changing. "Yeah... uh, sure," I mumbled, looking down at my sandles. "Perrie, forget Zayn. He was a douche, you can do so much better," Jesy tried to comfort me. I stood up. "You think I don't know that? I know Zayn is a player, a douchebag, and Cher's just as bad. But really, even after he kills me with heartbreak, I'll still be watching, and loving him. He makes me feel, I don't know, different. Like I don't need to be a pretty pampered princess for him to love me. I can wear sweatpants and a tshirt and hang out with him. He's an ass, but hes my ass." I practically shouted. The boys rushed in. "Perrie, we understand how you fe-" Niall started, but I cut him off. I sneered. "Don't even say 'you know how I feel' because you don't know shit." I walked out with the faces of my seven best friends staring in disbelief. I ran to the lobby, only to find out our room was still flooded. I opened the main gate and slammed it shut as I ran outside. I ran to the park a block away from the studio, and sat down on the bench next to a man wearing a leather jacket, sunglasses, and a hat. I sobbed to myself. Then it hit me that Zayn showed me this specific bench, where he'd come down to when he felt lonely and hurt. The man next to me took off his glasses and hat. I gaped. The person sitting next to me was none other then Zayn Malik.