*Chelsea’s P.O.V.*

“Oh wow, isn’t this lovely. I’ve been waiting to meet you Chelsea so it’s great you’re here.” I really, really want to punch her. Would that be okay? “Oh, and I’m glad to see you finally opened that bottle of wine. You wouldn’t open it for me, she really must be special.”

“Perrie, what do you want?” He sighed out.

“Can’t I just come and say hi?” She asked as she made herself at home on the couch. Zayn inhaled deeply shooting me a sorry look before turning back to his lovely – sarcasm definitely intended – ex.

“You don’t do this kind of thing, Perrie. Why are you really here?” I was surprised that he wasn’t being harsh towards her, her presence has seemed to just drain his energy.

“I just wanted to see you and meet your new friend. So how have you been?”

“I’ve been fine, not that you really care. Why are you here?”

“Well, I just wanted to let you know that the wedding is next year and I would love you to be there. It’s going to be in April and I just can’t wait. I really hope you can come, you too Chelsea, I’d love you both to meet my fiancée.”

“Well congratulations, I’ll check my schedule, thanks for informing me. Is that all you wanted?”

“Oh, was I interrupting something. Are you guys together? It’s cute to see you’re moving on Zayn. It’s about time.”

“It’s none of your business if we are together or not and yes, you’re kind of interrupting my night.”

“Oh I’m so sorry Zayn. Well, thanks for spending some time on me and hearing me out. It was amazing to meet you Chelsea, absolutely lovely. I will catch you later, you can count on it. Bye.” And with that she let herself out leaving both me and Zayn confused and shocked.

Zayn replaced her on the couch and put his head in his hands, making me get up from my position and move over to him, brushing his hair back and rubbing my hand down his back in a soothing manner.

“Are you okay?” I asked as he peeked up from under his now messy hair. A shrug was the only answer I received. “Do you want to just go to bed?” I took the initiative to stand up and I offered him a helping hand to which he took, standing up and immediately pulling me into a hug, burying his face in my neck.

“She’s trying to ruin me I swear, she wants to tear away any happiness I have. She’s a witch, I can’t believe I was going to marry her.”

“Hey, it’s alright. You fell for her, that’s perfectly fine, you couldn’t really help it. You probably still love her because you most likely went through a lot together, but you’re not in love with her anymore. You’ll always have a soft spot for her no matter how many harsh feelings you have towards her because she meant everything to you once. It’s hard to comprehend it all, like your feelings, you don’t tend to want to acknowledge and manage what your feeling. I know because of Mitch, my ex. Don’t hate yourself for it Zayn, it’s human nature. You really shouldn’t be so hard on yourself, you can get through whatever Perrie or anyone else throws at you. I know you can.”

“Why do you have such faith in me, I’m a failure.”

“You’re not a failure, look at how far you’ve come. You’re living your dream at such a young age. I have faith in you because I believe in you and because you don’t have faith in yourself Zayn.”

“You put more faith in me than in yourself though.”

“Let’s not talk about that yeah? Let’s just go to sleep.”

We made it into his bedroom and Zayn collapsed on his bed as I stared at him, crossing my arms over my chest. “Did you want something baby? I’m busy with my one true love.” He gestured to the bed below him.

“Oh sorry, I’ll leave you two alone. I might just go call in at Louis’ and stay the night at his.” I don’t think Zayn has ever gotten out of his bed so fast, moving to block me from the doorway.

“No way, you’re staying with me.” I grinned smugly as I moved to stand in front of him.

“Ok, now take of your shirt.”

“What?” Zayn looked at me extremely shocked but I just held my hand out expectantly. “Why do you need me to take my shirt of?”

“We’re going to bed aren’t we? I need something to sleep in.” Zayn nodded in understanding and slipped the shirt over his head and I was definitely not observing the toned torso on display in front of me.

“Take a photo, it’ll last longer.”

“You can be so forward.” I groaned and he sent me his signature cheeky grin.

“Says the one who’s trying to get me naked,” I rolled my eyes and headed for his bathroom.

“I hope you’ve grown up and are ready to go to bed by the time I’m dressed.”

“Yes ma’am.” He’s one of the stranger ones.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

“Zayn, get up man.” Someone hollered, waking me the next morning. Zayn was spooning me, my body curving to fit perfectly in his, his arm holding me tight against him. I rubbed sleep from my eyes, yawning as I brushed a hand through my messy hair. The door to Zayn’s room swung open and all the boys’ bar Harry stumbled through the door.

“Zayn man, get…” Louis started before he assessed the situation in front of him. “Oh hello Chelsea, I wasn’t expecting to see you here.” Well this is awkward, if only Zayn would let me out of his death grip. I waved at them and I mentally face-palmed at my idiocy. “We have a meeting about rehearsals, it won’t be very long but we need him to get up so we can go. Harry went to get us breakfast so while you wake him up I’ll go tell him to get some for you too.”

Zayn grumbled something about the noise into my back and pulled me closer to him, if that was even possible. The other boys grinned at us causing me to blush and cover my face with my hands before they forwarded out of the room, not before Liam called out a good luck to me.

“Zayn, get up. You have to go to a meeting.” No response. “I swear to god Zayn, get up.” Only the slightest grumble. “Zayn Jawaad Malik get out of this bed right now. I’ll go kiss Niall otherwise.” Jesus, he’s fucking squishing me. I managed to squirm around in his arms so I was facing him. “Honestly Zayn, get up. You can be the biggest fucking pain in the morning.” Again there was no response, would it be okay to punch him? I don’t think his fans would appreciate that.

“I didn’t want to have to do this but you leave me no choice…” I trailed off as I wrapped my leg around him and used all of my strength to push him over so I was on top of him. I started peppering kisses down his throat and grinding myself against him. It was the only option I had left in this time and place. I could feel him growing even more than previously under me and I was starting to feel turned on myself.

Zayn groaned. “Chels babe, what are you doing? Are you trying to kill me?” He asked in his deep morning voice as he looked up at me with hooded eyelids.

“Time to get up?” he looked at me with a shocked expression and I took the opportunity to scramble out of his clasp, grabbing some of my spare clothes from my dance bag, locking myself in his bathroom.

Harry had arrived by the time I was dressed and Zayn was nowhere in sight, he must be using the other bathroom.

“Chelsea, what a surprise to see you here, have you been having fun with Zayn?” I rolled my eyes as I grabbed the food he was handing out to me. “So polite Chels, teach me your ways.”

“You’ll never know my secrets.” I joked and took a seat at the table next to Liam.

“I have my ways, example a. just arrived. Good morning Zayn, how are you on this fine morning?” I turned around to grin at Zayn and he narrowed his eyes at me before grabbing his food from Harry and taking a seat. “Well isn’t this house just full of politeness and gratitude, it’s almost drowning me.”

“Shut up Harry,” Zayn grumbled annoyed before shoving his face with food.

Liam leaned over to me. “What the hell did you do to him?” he asked quietly in my ear.

“Woke him up,” I shrugged nonchalantly with a grin.

“I don’t think I want to know.” He told me as he shook his head before he returned to his breakfast.

“What’s this meeting about?” Zayn mumbled.

“Are you serious Zayn? I can’t believe you have to ask that question. It’s about rehearsals.” Louis sighed dramatically as if it was the worst thing in the world.

“Sorry,” he grumbled in response. “I’m a little distracted. I’ll be back.” He told us before he retreated to his bedroom. Louis let out a sigh as the atmosphere turned awkward.

“What’s wrong with him?” Niall asked in concern.

“Perrie came over yesterday.”

“Shit.” Shit alright. With that information out in the open we all resorted into our own thoughts. “Oh, and in case you were wondering, you can come to the meeting Chelsea, it really won’t take that long and we can all find something to do after, even though that can be really hard to do.” Niall sighed and I nodded, agreeing to the proposition.

We left for the meeting not too long after that conversation, but not before Zayn whispered to me a simple message.

“You are going to pay for that scene back there later, I promise.” And I was secretly looking forward to that.

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