Over Again

I knocked on Zayn's door. I was fuming, clutching the paper I had printed with the song on it. Safaa opened the door.

"Hey Saf," I said, trying to be cheery, "can I talk to Zayn for a minute? It's important."

"Yep! You know where his room is," she said and opened the door more for me to enter. I thanked Safaa, then headed to Zayn's room. His door looked exactly the same as it did three years ago, police tape that said DO NOT CROSS and a little doodle he did with a spray can when he was 16. It was of a microphone, but it was wings and a heart... He wouldn't explain it to me.

"Zayn Malik," I yelled as I opened the door. I closed it behind me, then crossed me arms, still holding the paper. Zayn's eyes widened as he saw me, in his room.

"What?" He asked and sat up on his bed, his legs crossed. I slammed the paper- as much as I could, it is a paper- onto his bed. He picks it up, confused written all over his face, and skims the paper.

He looks up at me. "What?"

"Who told you all of this?!" I point my finger at the paper. "N-nobody," he says and leans back a little.

"Zayn Jawaad Malik, if you do not tell me this instant, you know I can just beat it out of you," I smirk and crack me knuckles.

"It was Ella, okay? Ella Maree!"

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