No I'm Not Related To Zayn // Z.M

You don't really know who you'll spend the rest of your life with once you lay eyes on them. It takes an entire journey for you to finally realize, you make a few mistakes and confuse your feelings, but at the end the one who was always there is the one who wins your heart. Take Ashley for example, she met him first, made a few mistakes before going back to him. You wanna know what love is? Read this, and build a conclusion based on her story.

She was just moving to her dad's house, but ended up going through more than that.


42. It's An Order


*3 Days Later*


“Oh for god’s sake “ I groaned covering my ears, I thought it was coming from the street.


I opened my eyes meaning to check if to find there was a fire outside, but if was only my new alarm clock, of course, it had to sound like a god damn fire truck, I still didn’t get used to it.

I yawned stretching before getting up from my bed and heading to bathroom, when I was face to face with huge- when I say huge I mean as big as a plum- bug in my bathtub, I was about to let out a scream but then again nobody could save me so I just shut the door off after taking my toothbrush and paste, and decided to never come back to this apartment… Though I probably will… Definitely.

“Guess I’m not showering today” I sighed going to wash my face in the kitchen sink, I brushed my teeth and did my hair at the same time which is a new talent I figured. I widely opened my closet that I finally managed to fill with all my clothes, I had nothing to do today, I’ve already finished shooting for Hot Chelle Rae who wanted me to feature in their music video Honestly as the obsessive girlfriend. I had a few modeling offers that I definitely accepted because I needed money, and also because being a model is awesome. I also was forcefully working on an album. Singing is truly not my thing, I like doing it in my shower, but outside, no.

Harry, Zayn and I talk every single day, usually Skype. His mother Trisha assured me that he didn’t smoke, and I noticed he was becoming moody, and skinny, he just looked unhealthy. So I focused on talking to him about everything but smoking.

I found the perfect outfit for the grumpy weather. I wore the grey shirt with my black pants, I added a grey scarf and my black coat, not forgetting my high boots either. I then took my umbrella, shoved my phone and keys in my bag then walked to my car, yes I also got a car, my so called manager managed it for me. I had to go to the studio to record my third song for the album; literally all I did was work for the past day. I parked taking my keys and heading inside the studio.

“Hello Ashley” Harriet, my manager that Paul sent to me greeted with her perfect British accent.

“Hello” I smiled taking my coat off and resting it on a chair along with my bag.

“Since you don’t have a lot of time, you’ll have to record right away, I hope you did your vocal warm ups this morning as we practiced” She said. I nodded smiling sheeplishly, vocal warm ups my ass. Walking inside the recording room, I cleared my throat silently trying to do silent vocal warm ups, you could tell it didn’t quite work for me. I gave up, just covering my ears with the headphones. The music started playing and Harriet gave me a thumb up as I started singing.







“Well that was too long” I muttered to myself walking into the apartment, I went from singing my third song to my fourth and fifth one, why you may ask? Because Ashley you need to take this seriously in Harriet and the producer John’s words. I jumped on my bed remembering that it was time to video chat with the boys, usually only Harry and Zayn have the time to connect. I logged into Skype and Harry was online so I sent him a video call request and he accepted it right away.

“Hey Mashmary” For some reason he decided to start calling me that.

“I miss you!” I pouted playfully, fixing the laptop’s screen to show me and not the wall.

“I miss you too, can’t wait to be back already. So what were you up to today?”

“I just came back from the studio, finished recording Something You Whisper” I yawned tiredly. I went to bed pretty late yesterday because I had to read the script for an episode of College Humor that Harriet found me a place in.

“Did you eat lunch?” He asked as I remembered that I still had some snacks to eat, my laziness stops me from cooking sometimes.

“Not yet”

“Well what-“ I heard the door of his room open “Mom, I’m talking to Ashley!” He shouted  defeat making me giggle.

“Oh can I see her?” I heard her ask but before Harry could answer she was already waving at me, I waved back smiling at the woman who looked too young I’d mistake her for his sister.

“Hello Ms. Cox” I smiled proud of my British impression.

“Hello to you too Ashley. “ She laughed quietly. “It’s nice to finally talk to you” She added speaking my mind.

“Yeah yeah you’re all cute but mum, Ashley has to go” Harry interrupted us annoyed for some reason.

“I do?” I raised my eyebrow in confusion.

“Yes, to eat lunch” He kind of winked at me so I just nodded unsure of what else to do.

“Well it was nice talking to you for five seconds Ashley” Harry’s mom smiled warmly at me.

“You too.” I turned the smile.

“Well Mashmary, we’ll talk later okay?” Harry said before quickly logging off. Whatever is wrong with that kid today.

None of the boys were online so I had to make a twitcam. Harried said that the more I communicate with fans the more people will like me, besides I need to thank them for being such a good support lately.

“Hello world” I greeted fixing the laptop screen. “So this is my third day without One Direction and gosh I miss them so much… I’m sitting in my apartment and it’s raining outside” I moved the screen to the window in front of me so they could see how bad it was raining. “I just came back from the studio; finished recording Something You Whisper and it’ll be out on iTunes tomorrow!” I announced excitedly then I started reading the comments.

“Beautiful bracelet” I read one comment out loud “Thank you! The boys gave me this charm bracelet as a present the night before they left” I showed them my wrist so they would see it.

“Prank call someone” I read another comment out loud “Hmmm who should I prank call? Justin Bieber?” I asked and a bunch of Yes’s were sent in the comments. “Alright then Justin it is” I picked my phone looking for his name through my contacts. Then I called him hiding my number.

“Hello” He answered on speakers.

“Hi my name is uhh Christine and I’m just calling because uhh I ordered a hundred forty two pair of jeans and I’m uhh the manager for Guy and we were expecting it to arrive today”

“Hi Ashley” He said laughing.

“How did you-“

“I’m watching your Twitcam right now” I sighed hanging up.

“Hey Justin” I waved lamely “Thank you for showing the world how much of a failure I am at Prank calling” I said checking his Twitter page, he was literally tweeting every move I did. “Oh my god” I mumbled reading all of his tweets. “She shows us her charm bracelet” I read the first tweet. “And it’s raining outside her apartment” I read another one out loud. “Oh my god Justin stop stalking me” I laughed at how bored he must be. “Justin is tweeting every move I do” I informed the viewers laughing then a video chat request from Zayn popped up .

“Oh I gotta go now Zayn is on” I quickly waved to the webcam and ended it, then I accepted his request.

“Hey Ladron, can you hear me?” He asked turning up the volume of his headphones, I guess he was using his sister’s computer again.

“Yes I can” I answered loudly.

“Great. I miss you, I really do” He admitted sighing deeply. Zayn’s been feeling down since he left, I try to put a smile on his face but he’s just always upset which I understand.

“I miss you too, I feel so lonely in here.” I spoke truthfully while frowning.

“I’m sorry about that, you know I wanted you to come and even my mum wanted to meet you, it’s just that management can be so hard to deal with sometimes” I nodded completely understand that it had nothing to do with any of us.

“I know. Anyway what’s new?” I asked avoiding the smoking subject because I know the thing that’s making him moody is the lack of nicotine in his blood.

“Well I’m coming back tomorrow” He announced causing my eyes to grow wide.

“Oh my god finally!” I shouted happily, my excitement showing from the way I almost started jumping around.

“Yeah, really miss you so much, it’s ridiculous, I just miss having you around you know? So I got Paul to convince management to let me come back tomorrow.” He explained as my cheeks flushed red. I miss him a lot more and I’m so sure of that.

“I can’t wait! I’ll wait for you at the airport” I told him, when a sneeze escaped my mouth.

“Bless you, alright I’ll tell you the details later” I smiled before sneezing again.

“Bless you. So, vazzup wichu?” He joked knowing how much I hate it whenever he basically rapes the English language.

“Stop saying that! And I just came back from the studio. I hate recording I’m seriously going to bow down once I see you guys because how the hell do you succeed to do it?”

“Cool, I listened to your song Better Together” He smiled widely for once. I let out another sneeze. “Okay Ashley get that under control.” He mocked me while I laughed.

“How’d you find it though?”

“Great, the lyrics were so great actually”


“I know that you’re worried about me, but don’t worry, I’m still clean, it is harder away from you but I did it.” He reassured me sensing that I wanted to ask him but I was too afraid of hwo he’d take it.

“I’m so proud of you Zayn.” I smiled as he returned it.

“Did you eat your lunch?” He asked and I shook my head preparing my ears for a lecture about not starving myself even though I was just too lazy to cook. “And I bet you didn’t eat breakfast either.” He acknowledged and I bit my lip shamefully. “God you’re impossible! I will feed you when I come back tomorrow, with my own hands.” I laughed at his warning.

“That would actually work, I’m just too lazy to eat to be honest.” I admitted and he shook his head at me while chuckling.

 “I love you. I’ll see you tomorrow.” I smiled waving bye. Then he signed out. See he always says ‘I love you’ every single time we talk, and he sometimes even says some things that make me imagine that this is real… I’ve never stopped loving Zayn that’s a fact, but I just kept on denying it. But him, I don’t know what’s going on in his mind, neither in his heart.


*Next Morning*


My excitement woke me up at five, once I checked my phone it had a text from Zayn that contained the name of the airport and the time of the flight landing, which was nine in the morning, he also included a ‘Can’t wait to have you in my arms again’ at the end.

I squealed excitedly and ran to my bathroom getting ready. I looked at the shower and thank god there were no bugs today, I quickly showered happiness overflowing then did my hair and wore my clothes. I took a bag of chips and ran outside to my car. Eating chips for breakfast was probably a bad idea because it tasted weird… I stepped out of my car to see just a few fans and photographers. I sighed locking my car and making my way inside when one of the fans stopped me.

“I love you so much Ashley oh my god you’re so much more beautiful in person!” I laughed hugging her then a few more who were trying to get my attention, before heading inside to wait for his flight.





I waited anxiously for his plane to land, it was blurry but I could still make Zayn out, he went to get his luggage and I had to wait a few more minutes.

“Oh my god it’s Zayn!” One of the fan girls behind me screamed signaling the start of squeals and screams. I looked through the glass to see him walking with his luggage. He looked so bright, so happy, nothing like what he seems to be on the laptop screen..

The girls were screaming behind me and I was holding my phone while waiting impatiently for him to reach us. When he walked in smiling widely at me I couldn’t help but run over to him, he let go of his bags and wrapped his arms around me

“I missed you so much” He breathed out as his strong arms held me in.

“I missed you more” I answered pulling away from the hug as he leaned in for a kiss. In front of everyone, he was going to kiss me in front of everyone. And I didn’t give two flying shits. He pulled me in so close you couldn’t possibly fit anything in between us, I kissed him first, not caring if we appeared to be making out in the middle of an airport. His hands gripped my waist, we both wanted it to last longer, but we’d rather go back home with our dignity than getting kicked out.

“I need to ask you something” He stopped in front of everyone, blocking away all the words people were screaming, and focusing his look dead into my eyes while holding both my hands. “Be my girlfriend” He demanded nervously, biting on his bottom lip.

“Is that an order?” I teased while chuckling at how my heart almost popped out of my chest.


“Well I guess I don’t have another choice, so yes, of course yes!” I jumped on him with a hug when I heard him mumble a ‘finally’ while tightening his arms around me. Some people were cooing but most of them were screaming crazily, the cameras taking pictures as we kissed again, this one was deeper and more passionately.

We then pulled away taking one more look at each other, we walked outside. Zayn was smiling at the fans while I just focused on keeping my heart rate normal. We got in my car and I gave him the keys to drive.

“You can’t imagine how nervous I was feeling about this. I just want to hold you in my arms now and never let you go.” He admitted starting the car. I had to bit my lip to not smile like a fool, and even that I failed at.

“We’re going to my apartment. You’ve never seen it.” I answered. At least he took the cast off so now he could move his arm.

“Okay then” He started driving to where I told him to.



“I like it” He admired looking around. Zayn had always preferred smaller places, he would sometimes sleep in the living room if his bedroom was too big, he’s so humble and down to earth and goes with the simple things, most of his shirts aren’t more than six bucks.

“It’s so simple, I really love this place.” I agreed with him as he stood in front of the bedroom’s empty wall.

“Can I have some graffiti on this wall?” He asked, another fact about Zayn, he loves drawing no matter where it is, he loves graffiti, and comics, he just adores arts.

“Sure, you should like, draw Michael Jackson on this half, and Bob Marley on the other, then Marilyn Monroe in the middle because I love them all.” I suggested imagining how the final look would be.

“That’s actually a great idea, I’m up for it.” He grinned excitedly. He was excited to draw, and I was excited to see him being happy.

“What took you so long?” I suddenly asked getting him to turn his head over to my direction after planning how big his work will be.

“What?” He questioned in confusion.

“What took you so long to ask me?” I repeated.

“I was… Scared… I guess” He answered nervously, looking everyone but at me.

“Scared of what?”

“Of rejection” I smiled softly at him.

“I would never reject you” I acknowledged. He stayed silent for a moment.

“I think you should start looking for a new meaning for your tattoo” He finally spoke, while grinning.


“Because I’m gonna make you fall in love with me” He mumbled determinately.

“I already am in love with you” I admitted growing his grin wider.



I seriously suck at writing endings, but this is NOT the end, there are going to be two more chapters so just wait for it. Sorry if this whole thing was fast, I'm just tired of dragging you all with me through this story.

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