Throwing the bottle of water to Jawaad, I sat down across from him. "Has he been recording?"
Jawaad shook his head. "He's been writing, but not for himself. He doesn't have it in him to record anything at the moment."
I nodded. "He's relaxed more when he's drawing or painting."
"Aly, I can't wait for tomorrow!" Waliyha says as she walks in the room and sits next to me.
"Me too!"I tell her as I smile.
"It'll be a change." Zayn says, holding his medicine in his hands.
As I look at the anti-depressants, I feel a tinge of pain in my heart but I push it away. It's what's best for him.
"Oh...Oh crap!" Jawaad says as he looks at his phone with wide eyes.
"What's wrong?" Zayn asks him.
"Mate, there's a fucking rampage going on between your fans and Shahid (Naughty Boy's name)."
"What?!" Zayn says, his eyes wide.
"But that's not the worst part." Jawaad adds.
"Oh, fuck." Zayn mutters.
"Zayn!" I scold, because his sister is right next to us.
"Dude, it's a fucking war." Jawaad says, showing Zayn the tweets.
I shake my head, knowing that no one can beat those fans of theirs. (And maybe, just maybe, I hope they win.) I grab my phone and as if on que, I get a twitter notification. And as I read it, my eyes widen as my hand flies to my mouth, covering up the laugh that just escaped.
@Louis_Tomlinson: Wow @NaughtyBoyMusic you're so inconsiderate pal, seriously how fucking old are you ? Grow up ! #masterofallwisdom
Oh my god.
Oh my god.
Oh my god.
Is it bad that I find this completely funny? I bite my lip in order to keep from laughing as I look at Jawaad and Zayn who look completely shocked and Jawaad who's trying not to laugh.
I go on my timeline and my eyes widen as I can't hold in my laugh anymore.
SLAY HIM LOUIS!
SLAY THAT CHEESE BURGER!
SLAY THAT SUASAGE!
THE SASS MASTER RETURNS!
I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS SINCE THE DAY ZAYN LEFT!
TOMLINSON'S SLAY ALL OF OUR EXISTENCE!
"Oh my god." Waliyha says as she reads the tweets with me.
"What in the name..." Zayn mutters, eyebrows furrowed as he reads the tweets, a few chuckles leaving his lips.
And just as I was going to close twitter, I get a message from Louis as a picture of Niall laughing his ass of appears on my phone. "Go look what Daisy tweeted him."
I shake my head as I drink water and go on Daisy's twitter only to have the water spit out of my mouth.
@TommoDaisy: @NaughtyBoyMusic maybe there is a reason why I have more followers than you...and i'm just his little 11 year old sister.
No, this is wrong. I shouldn't find this funny. I look at Zayn who's biting his lip and looking at the ground and I instantly regret laughing. But just as I was about to say something, I heard Jawaad talk.
"Holy...shit..."
Oh...fucking hell. What now?
"Oh, crap." Zayn muttered. "I'm fucking screwed."
"What happened?"
"If I wasn't getting hate before, I'm sure as hell getting it now."
I grab the phone from Jawaad as my eyes widen. "Zayn...what is this? I thought you said he didn't record anything?!" I say, looking at Jawaad.
"That was one of the songs for Four."
I shook my head as I saw the fans' reaction. "That was a fucking low blow. If he's trying to rub this in my brother's face, then I lost all my respect for him."
"Alyson." Zayn spoke.
"No, Zayn. Your fans are still hurt. Your bandmates are still hurt. Dammit, you actually think they'll believe this was a demo for Four?!"
"I don't want to be in this whole situation. Let them fight and let them accuse whoever they want to accuse. The fans have a right to be mad and Shahid has a right to talk back. They'll all eventually stop."
I roll my eyes as I take the earphones away from Jawaad.
"Hey!"
I flipped him off as i put the earphones in and clicked on the song.
Don't look around
Cause love if blind
And darling right now, I can't see you.
I feel your pulse,
Slowing down and down
I can feel you.
Cause we are who we are
When no one's watching.
And right from the start
You know I got you
Yeah, you know I got you.
I looked at Zayn who was watching me with careful eyes as the others were busy talking. I couldn't help but smile at him, the lyrics making my heart beat faster.
And I knew he knew why I was smiling as he smiled back, biting his lip.
We messed around
Until we found the one thing
We said we never ever.
I couldn't help but blush as those specific lyrics reminded me of the two times we slept together before we were official.
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"When the hell will these damn paparazzi leave?!" I groan, looking out the window.
I feel Zayn's hands around me as he rests his chin on my shoulder. "Sooner or later, they'll get tired. Come on, love. They're all in the car waiting for us."
I kept my head down as I walked out, rushing to the car.
"You really hate being seen in public, don't you?" Doniya asked me.
"It's not that. It's just...I want to respect the fans' feelings, you know? I know what their reactions will be if they see pictures of Zayn and I and it'll save a lot of trouble, honestly." I answer.
The car ride was filled with conversations but for me, it was quiet. I rested my head on Zayn's shoulders as he kissed my head every few minutes.
"France, here we come!" Jawaad said as he got out of the car.
I laughed. "Someone's excited."
"Hell yeah."
I shook my head as I looked at Zayn. "I'm going to get in right away, okay?"
He nodded. "Alright, babe."
As I got to the flight attendant, I smiled. "Good morning."
"Good morning, ma'am." He replied, smiling back. "I hope the trip will be relaxing."
I nodded. "Thank you."
But just before I got into the jet, I heard Jawaad.
"Ah...good...mo-rning." He said, speaking slowly. "Uhm...no...no english?" He asked, making my eyes wide.
"Um...Jawaad..." I spoke.
"One second." He said as he looked at the guy. "English? Yes...ah...no?"
I put my hand over my mouth in order to hide my laugh. "Jawaad?"
"What?!" He said, looking at me.
"Um...he..." I said as I pointed at the flight attendant who was smiling, trying not to laugh.
"Good morning, sir. I'll be your flight attendant for the trip." He spoke, making Jawaad's eyes go wide as his face went red.
And before I could laugh, I heard the laugh that i've been missing for so long. The laugh that is music to my ears. And as I looked at Zayn who was bent back, hand on his stomach, eyes almost shut with those adorable crinkles forming at the corners and his tongue pressed against his bottom teeth, I felt like my world was complete.
As I heard his real laugh, his adorable laugh, I hoped that nothing would take gift away. The gift of his laughter. I hoped that nothing would deprive us and the whole world from such a beautiful sound and image.
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I thought I'd add a fun part to this story because it's about to go DOWN HILL bro.
It's about to go from 0 to 100 real quick.
AND HELP ME OVER HERE.
Like, i try to be mad at Zayn but then a ppicture of him looking HOT AF comes out and all i can think is "FUCK ME BABY" it's like...so hard to stay mad at him.
But in all honesty, I was looking at the pictures of him and that girl again and they were legit holding hands and shit idk how the fuck he explained that to Perrie. But then again, if my fiance was Zayn fucking sexy ass Malik, I wouldn't have a problem with him cheating if he fucks me too. #Sorrynotsorry