turn away :: malik

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ASHLEYS POV

I was in the middle of eating my Chinese food when I heard my doorbell ring. As I walked to the door, I fell and scraped my knee. "Wait a sec!", I yelled running to the kitchen for a paper towel and put it on my knee. It was bleeding a lot but I ran to the door anyways. "Hell- Oh my God." I said opening the door. I didn't believe my ice blue eyes. My heart skipped two beats. "Hey...", he, Zayn Javaad Malik was standing at my door with his Navy blue backpack waving at me. He looked down. "Ashley, your bleeding!", he yelled rushing inside. I fell on my butt and I just winced in pain. "Okay um... let me .... and.... you...", I heard him mumbling. He covered it and helped me up. "So Ashley,", he said smirking, "vas happening?", he asked.

After we sat down and talked things out he said, "I never meant to hurt you. You know that. I need to talk to you about this.", he said pulling out a printed article from HollyWire.com. "It's us.", I said. Then I read the article. "Holy shit.", I said. "Yeah. Perrie's pissed and won't even talk to me.", he said. "But,", he said moving in closer, "we should keep... hanging.", he said smiling. "I'd--", I said. "Your engaged!", I yelled standing up. "Go.", I said pointing at the door and looking away so I didn't have to face him. "Ashley, call me?", he said putting a piece of blue paper on the table. "Maybe.", I said walking him out. "I'll be here for the weekend.", he said. "I'm moving.", I said back. "Bye.", I said shutting the door.

When I walked back inside, I sat on the couch and watched movies for a couple hours. I couldn't stop thinking about him. I went to the table and stared at the piece of paper. I picked up the phone and dialed the number. It rang maybe four times until he picked up. "Hello?", he said. "Hey, Zayn it's Ashley. Can I run by your hotel?", I asked vigorously. "Sure! See ya soon, Ash.", he said hanging up.

When I reached the hotel, I felt nervous. Why his hotel? Why does he wanna hang again? As I walked through the circular entrance, I noticed the lobby guy or whatever he's called. "Hello, can you direct me to Zayn Malik's room? I'm his girlfriend...Perrie.", I said. "Well sure I can! It's room 474 on the 19 floor! Have a nice day, Lassie.", said the blind Irish man. "Thanks.", I said heading to the elevator. I was wearing a sexy black tank top and my favorite skinny jeans, I had a paint-splattered bag and my phone was ringing. "Hello?", I asked. "Are you coming, Ash?", he asked me. "Yeah I'm in the elevator right now.", I said hanging up the phone. We used to do that a lot. You know, talk for a split second and then hang up.

474.....474....47- here it is. I knocked. "Who is it?", he asked. "Me.", I said back laughing because he knew who I was. He opened the door and yanked me in. "Ow!", I yelled. "Shh. Paparazzi are everywhere.", he said. He jumped on the bed and I laughed. I remembered the kid in him, the teenage boy. I sat next to him and put my bag on the other side of him. "Zayn. I wanna be your friend but we'll barely see each other.", I said rubbing his thigh. "You can be with me on tour, you know.", he said. "Best friends and romantics are allowed on the tour. You are my best friend and ro-ex romance.", he said back. "I don't know. It's really risky.", I replied. "But I'll do it. Come.", I said. "Yes!", he yelled. My phone rang, so as I was stretching over him to get it- then I fell on top of him. "Sorry.", I said blushing red and pushing my hair back. "You can stay.", he said. "What do you mean?", I asked him. "You can stay here... spend the night with me... like old times.", he said. "Stop flirting with me." I said angrily. "So that's a yes?", he asked smirking and moving over. "Zayn, please stop flirting with me! Your engaged.", I asked him. "I'm a good girl, not a ...Perrie.", I said. "I know.", he said. "I don't have pajamas.", I said trying to talk him out of letting me stay. "You can borrow a shirt and pants from me. They're in that drawer.", he said pointing to the dresser. "Oh, thanks. Uh... cover your eyes.", I said walking over to the dresser. I lifted up my shirt and I heard Zayn move his hand. I was wearing a Tiger print rainbow bra and matching panties. "Zayn...", I said pulling down my pants. "Stop!", I laughed. "Fine, but I've seen it all before.", he said. "Zayn!", I yelled smiling and rushing to dress myself. I crawled into bed and moved away from him. Why is he acting like this?