How can you love me?
Zayn
Harry’s POV
Seeing Kyle sent shivers down my spine. He didn’t look scary, but what scares me is if I didn’t know who he was or what he did, I might’ve gone up to him and chatted about the weather or even thanked him. The thought disgusts me. I peek over at Ana in the cab. She seems so calm. Having run-ins with Kyle wasn’t anything new to her. I keep thinking about Ana’s reaction to the brief encounter with Kyle when something hits me. How did Ana get away? She never talked about, just about what went through her mind when she was down there. I decide to not say anything until we’re alone in case she’s uncomfortable talking about it in front of Louis and Niall.
We pull up in front of Louis’ apartment and the paparazzi are swarming around waiting for a sight of the famous boyband.
“Shit!” I don’t bother keeping my voice down. Having the paps here are the last thing we need! It won’t be too bad once we disguise Ana, but if they get a picture of her, even with the wigs and contacts Kyle might recognize her on the internet. Ana looks from me to the paps and back.
“What do we do?” She asks worriedly. I have no clue. How am I supposed to protect her with these people swarming around us?
“We can go around back,” Louis suggests. I mentally facepalm myself. Why didn’t I think of that? That’s what we ALWAYS do. I smile at him in thanks, and tell the cab driver. We walk up the stairs and walk into the apartment. I walk in first and see a familiar face. One who isn’t supposed to be here.
“Zayn what the hell are you doing here?” I demand. I see Brandon sitting in a chair with a disgruntled look.
“I decided to find out what was being kept from me,” He says snidely. He has his phone out and snaps a few pictures of Ana. “Now you’re going to tell me or tell the fans.” I want to deck him. How could he do this to us?
“You have no idea what’s going on,” I try to reason with him.
“That’s the problem,” He touches the screen of his phone and sends the pictures to Twitter. I stand there shocked.
“Now the problem is this girl is going to be killed because of you,” Brandon whispers. He then tackles Zayn to the floor and starts punching him. Ana runs over to them and pulls her brother off of him. He stands up nervously and fixes his hair.
“What do you mean?” He asks. Louis goes up to him and slaps him.
“Ana is in hiding because her kidnapper and rapist is looking for her. We can’t go to the police because he is the police. You just put her life in danger because of some stupid jealousy.” Zayn stands there dumbfounded.
“You guys it’s not his fault,” Ana pipes up. We all stare at her. This is all his fault! “He didn’t know what’s going on.”
“I didn’t send them,” Zayn says.
“What?” I ask. If he didn’t send them then Ana is still safe.
“I wanted you to think I did and I realize that I’m an idiot for getting jealous. I’m so sorry, Ana,” he pleads turning to face her. A hint of a smile dances on her lips. She hugs him. HUGS HIM. She’s hugging the guy that would put her life in danger because he’s mad at his mates. She pulls back.
“It’s nice to meet you, Zayn. I will fill you in because these imbeciles never did.” She jerks her finger back, indicating me, Niall, and Louis. He smiles at her and nods his head.
“That will be nice. I like talking to beautiful girls,” he flirts. Her face flushes red and I get jealous.
“She’s taken,” I spit out. Zayn looks at me.
“Remember Rebecca? She changed her mind. I might be able to get Ana to change her mind too,” he threatens. For the second time today, I want to pummel this guy. Rebecca was just a game to us. No real feelings were involved but this is different.
“Good luck with changing my mind because I just so happen to really like this guy,” Ana states. I forgot how Ana doesn’t like people speaking for her. Most of the girls I’ve dated want their guy to defend them, but Ana is different and that’s something I love and hate about her. I want to be the hero sometimes, but she won’t let me. “He’s my hero,” she continues. I look at her. How am I her hero?”
“What did he do to make you his hero?” Zayn asks. I mentally thank him because I want to know as well.
“He saved me.” That brings back the thought I had in the taxi. I didn’t save her, I’m just helping her save herself. How did she get away from Kyle? The question gnaws at me. Zayn frowns.
“Maybe I can’t top that. Friends?” He offers his hand to shake her and she hugs him instead.
“Well I got some hair to cut and die. If anybody needs me, too bad.” I smile at her comment. She says the funniest things.
“I’ll help you,” I offer. She nods and I follow her into the bathroom. We cut her hair to shoulder length and apply the dye according to the directions.
“I’m supposed to rinse it out now,” she hints. The hint is for me to leave, but I take it to mean time to get in the shower. I strip my clothes and before she can object, I hop in. She rolls her eyes and follows my lead. We let the water fall over us. We gaze into each other’s eyes and I decide it’s the perfect time to ask her.
“How did you escape?” She tenses up and doesn’t answer. She rinses the rest of the dye from her hair. She steps out of the shower and wraps a towel around her body still silent. I follow her, now growing confused.
“Ana, what’s wrong?” I ask.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” she shuffles her feet nervously and stares at the floor. I walk up to her and cup her face.
“You don’t have to. I was just curious,” I reassure her. I really want to know. Her not wanting to talk about only peaked my curiosity. We get dressed and I look at her new hair-do. I was skeptic at first, but seeing it on her, she looks beautiful. She looks better with her red hair, but she’s definitely not bad with dark.
“So what do you guys think?” She asks as we step in the living room. Zayn is the first one to say something.
“You look absolutely stunning.” I sigh. He lied when he said he was fine with being friends. To my surprise, Ana laughs.
“That’s what Doc used to say,” she’s still smiling while Louis, Niall, Brandon and I all stare at her in horror. Zayn just looks at all of us confused. “It most certainly will not get me into bed with you.” She rolls her eyes at him and I keep staring dumbfounded. Niall claps his hands slowly, then with faster.
“That was absolutely beautiful,” He says, wiping a fake tear from his cheek. “The way you shot down Zayn was absolute poetry.” The four of us start cracking up while Ana smirks and Zayn glares at Niall.
“Why thank you, Nialler,” Ana says in a British accent and taking a curtsy. Niall envelopes her in a hug and twirls her around.
“You’re too sweet Ana Banana.” I stick my finger in my mouth and pretend to gag. Niall and Ana had been steady coming up with nick names for each other and it had gotten hysterical at points.
“Well this is all to ‘sweet’ for me so I’m going to go and yes. I will keep this all a secret,” Zayn says as he heads towards the door. I nod at him and Ana untangles herself from Niall to give Zayn a hug.
“Come back soon without all your hormones,” She jokes. Zayn smiles weakly, and I can tell this isn’t over. He’s going to try and steal the woman I love from me.
Seeing Kyle sent shivers down my spine. He didn’t look scary, but what scares me is if I didn’t know who he was or what he did, I might’ve gone up to him and chatted about the weather or even thanked him. The thought disgusts me. I peek over at Ana in the cab. She seems so calm. Having run-ins with Kyle wasn’t anything new to her. I keep thinking about Ana’s reaction to the brief encounter with Kyle when something hits me. How did Ana get away? She never talked about, just about what went through her mind when she was down there. I decide to not say anything until we’re alone in case she’s uncomfortable talking about it in front of Louis and Niall.
We pull up in front of Louis’ apartment and the paparazzi are swarming around waiting for a sight of the famous boyband.
“Shit!” I don’t bother keeping my voice down. Having the paps here are the last thing we need! It won’t be too bad once we disguise Ana, but if they get a picture of her, even with the wigs and contacts Kyle might recognize her on the internet. Ana looks from me to the paps and back.
“What do we do?” She asks worriedly. I have no clue. How am I supposed to protect her with these people swarming around us?
“We can go around back,” Louis suggests. I mentally facepalm myself. Why didn’t I think of that? That’s what we ALWAYS do. I smile at him in thanks, and tell the cab driver. We walk up the stairs and walk into the apartment. I walk in first and see a familiar face. One who isn’t supposed to be here.
“Zayn what the hell are you doing here?” I demand. I see Brandon sitting in a chair with a disgruntled look.
“I decided to find out what was being kept from me,” He says snidely. He has his phone out and snaps a few pictures of Ana. “Now you’re going to tell me or tell the fans.” I want to deck him. How could he do this to us?
“You have no idea what’s going on,” I try to reason with him.
“That’s the problem,” He touches the screen of his phone and sends the pictures to Twitter. I stand there shocked.
“Now the problem is this girl is going to be killed because of you,” Brandon whispers. He then tackles Zayn to the floor and starts punching him. Ana runs over to them and pulls her brother off of him. He stands up nervously and fixes his hair.
“What do you mean?” He asks. Louis goes up to him and slaps him.
“Ana is in hiding because her kidnapper and rapist is looking for her. We can’t go to the police because he is the police. You just put her life in danger because of some stupid jealousy.” Zayn stands there dumbfounded.
“You guys it’s not his fault,” Ana pipes up. We all stare at her. This is all his fault! “He didn’t know what’s going on.”
“I didn’t send them,” Zayn says.
“What?” I ask. If he didn’t send them then Ana is still safe.
“I wanted you to think I did and I realize that I’m an idiot for getting jealous. I’m so sorry, Ana,” he pleads turning to face her. A hint of a smile dances on her lips. She hugs him. HUGS HIM. She’s hugging the guy that would put her life in danger because he’s mad at his mates. She pulls back.
“It’s nice to meet you, Zayn. I will fill you in because these imbeciles never did.” She jerks her finger back, indicating me, Niall, and Louis. He smiles at her and nods his head.
“That will be nice. I like talking to beautiful girls,” he flirts. Her face flushes red and I get jealous.
“She’s taken,” I spit out. Zayn looks at me.
“Remember Rebecca? She changed her mind. I might be able to get Ana to change her mind too,” he threatens. For the second time today, I want to pummel this guy. Rebecca was just a game to us. No real feelings were involved but this is different.
“Good luck with changing my mind because I just so happen to really like this guy,” Ana states. I forgot how Ana doesn’t like people speaking for her. Most of the girls I’ve dated want their guy to defend them, but Ana is different and that’s something I love and hate about her. I want to be the hero sometimes, but she won’t let me. “He’s my hero,” she continues. I look at her. How am I her hero?”
“What did he do to make you his hero?” Zayn asks. I mentally thank him because I want to know as well.
“He saved me.” That brings back the thought I had in the taxi. I didn’t save her, I’m just helping her save herself. How did she get away from Kyle? The question gnaws at me. Zayn frowns.
“Maybe I can’t top that. Friends?” He offers his hand to shake her and she hugs him instead.
“Well I got some hair to cut and die. If anybody needs me, too bad.” I smile at her comment. She says the funniest things.
“I’ll help you,” I offer. She nods and I follow her into the bathroom. We cut her hair to shoulder length and apply the dye according to the directions.
“I’m supposed to rinse it out now,” she hints. The hint is for me to leave, but I take it to mean time to get in the shower. I strip my clothes and before she can object, I hop in. She rolls her eyes and follows my lead. We let the water fall over us. We gaze into each other’s eyes and I decide it’s the perfect time to ask her.
“How did you escape?” She tenses up and doesn’t answer. She rinses the rest of the dye from her hair. She steps out of the shower and wraps a towel around her body still silent. I follow her, now growing confused.
“Ana, what’s wrong?” I ask.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” she shuffles her feet nervously and stares at the floor. I walk up to her and cup her face.
“You don’t have to. I was just curious,” I reassure her. I really want to know. Her not wanting to talk about only peaked my curiosity. We get dressed and I look at her new hair-do. I was skeptic at first, but seeing it on her, she looks beautiful. She looks better with her red hair, but she’s definitely not bad with dark.
“So what do you guys think?” She asks as we step in the living room. Zayn is the first one to say something.
“You look absolutely stunning.” I sigh. He lied when he said he was fine with being friends. To my surprise, Ana laughs.
“That’s what Doc used to say,” she’s still smiling while Louis, Niall, Brandon and I all stare at her in horror. Zayn just looks at all of us confused. “It most certainly will not get me into bed with you.” She rolls her eyes at him and I keep staring dumbfounded. Niall claps his hands slowly, then with faster.
“That was absolutely beautiful,” He says, wiping a fake tear from his cheek. “The way you shot down Zayn was absolute poetry.” The four of us start cracking up while Ana smirks and Zayn glares at Niall.
“Why thank you, Nialler,” Ana says in a British accent and taking a curtsy. Niall envelopes her in a hug and twirls her around.
“You’re too sweet Ana Banana.” I stick my finger in my mouth and pretend to gag. Niall and Ana had been steady coming up with nick names for each other and it had gotten hysterical at points.
“Well this is all to ‘sweet’ for me so I’m going to go and yes. I will keep this all a secret,” Zayn says as he heads towards the door. I nod at him and Ana untangles herself from Niall to give Zayn a hug.
“Come back soon without all your hormones,” She jokes. Zayn smiles weakly, and I can tell this isn’t over. He’s going to try and steal the woman I love from me.
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