I couldn't believe what I just did. I can't lie and say that I didn't like him pressed against me but I'm not giving it up to him anytime soon...if at all. I just wanted to show him what he's missing out on. I walked past the balcony and Zayn saw me. He got up and came inside.

"You ready sweets?" I liked his little nickname for me.

"Yeah just grabbing my purse." I couldn't remember where I put it.

"You don't need it. I just need your opinion about some things." He smirked.

"Still, a girls gotta have her essentials." I found it on top of the counter. "I'll be right back I forgot my smokes outside." As I got outside everyone was still eating and talking amongst themselves. I quickly grabbed my pack and said my goodbyes. Bridgette was quick to grab my hand and pull me close.

"You and I need to have a little chat later on ok?" She wasn't mad or anything, I think.

"Yeah we won't be gone long." I assured her.

I already knew she wanted to know what was going on with Harry. To be completely honest I really didn't feel like telling the story of, oh I don't know, how I saw the guy I thought was into me get head from some bimbo then try his moves on me not even eight hours later. It was frustrating not being able to voice my feelings since I'm usually very vocal about everything else in my life.

I walked back inside to find some blonde girl walking towards me with Harry right behind her. Seriously?! Zayn looked at me with concerned eyes and then to Harry with fury.

"Hey Alana this is my friend Charlie I hope it's alright she joins all of us for brunch." Harry's smile was bigger then the blondes fake tits. Alright Styles, I see the game you're playing.

"The more the merrier! Besides Zayn and I were just leaving." I give him my award winning 'I don't give a fuck' smile.

"Alright sweets lets head out." Zayn placed his hand on my back and led me towards the door. I could see Harry flex his jaw.

"Aww they're a cute couple." Charlie said.

"They aren't together." Harry spat. A smirk appeared on my face. Maybe Charlie wasn't bad after all, I mean it wasn't like she knew Harry and I...whatever. Enough Harry thoughts.


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ZAYNS POV


I can't believe Harry has the audacity to bring Charlie to Alana's room. After all of the nonsense last night and now this? I have to admit if Alana was mad about it you couldn't even tell. She was calm and collected, not one hint of irritation.

"So where are we going?" Alana asked getting into the elevator.

"It's a surprise." Her eyes widened. "It's nothing bad I promise."

"It's fine Zayn. I'm actually one of the few people who like surprises." She smiled tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. The elevator doors opened and we were bombarded with flashes.

Fucking paps. Alana searched for my hand. Was she nervous? Where the hell is Will when I need him?! Oh that's right, i told him I wouldn't be needing him today. I grabbed her hand and intertwined our fingers. As soon as we walked out of the elevator the paparazzi were yelling questions.

"Ms. Slate this way!"

"Ms. Slate are you and Mr. Malik dating?"

"Ms. Slate are you getting back at Dean by dating Zayn Malik?"

"Mr. Malik is she why you called off your engagement with Stella?"

I held her close and rushed to the car. As soon as I got her in I turned around the see cameras in my face, had some choice words for the paps and then got in the car. The driver already knew where we were going so he started driving away from the madness. I glanced at Alana, she seemed to be in deep thought. Not angry or sad just thinking.

"Paps are getting bigger balls by the day huh?" She huffed. I just gave her a small smile and nodded my head.

Silence took over the car ride. After the last 'Dean' incident I didn't want to push and ask about it. At the same time she must be wondering about Stella. I haven't spoke about her since I called off the wedding.

"Mr. Malik we're here." The driver pulled me out of my thoughts. Alana was looking through the window probably wondering why we were at a warehouse. I opened the door and got out making sure none of the paps followed us here. I helped Alana out of the car, she looked around confused.

"Zayn did you bring me to the middle of nowhere to kill me?" She raised her eyebrow and laughed. "Because you know, I've got a mean left hook." I pulled her into me. So that we were inches apart.

"I do know that. I have a bruise to prove it." She started to really laugh at that. "Oh so you find me getting punched funny do ya?" Alana was in a complete giggle fit. Might as well see if she's ticklish. I poked the usual places, her sides, neck, arms...nothing.

"Zayn" she wiped her teary eyes from laughing so hard. "Sorry I'm not ticklish."

"Impossible! Everybody has a tickle spot." I said while grabbing her hand. We began walking inside the warehouse.

"Maybe. But nobody knows where mine is." She said with a devilish grin.

"Give it time Sweets. I'll find it." She raised her brow and licked her lips.

"Well then good luck sir, you'll need it." I opened the doors to the warehouse, it was completely dark. Alana stayed close as I searched for the light switch.

"Aha!" I said as I flipped the switch on.

Her mouth fell open. Not knowing what to look at first. I had galley director bring in the pieces from a show that I had missed. The warehouse was full of paintings and sculptures done by local artists. As much as I loved the timeless pieces of art nothing could beat the talent of unknown artists.

"Wow! Zayn, these are beautiful." She let go of my hand to walk around and view each item. "What is this place?"

"Well I have a thing for art. I've been meaning to pick up a couple pieces for myself and my mum." I say truthfully.

"So you need my opinion for what exactly?"

"I need your opinion because I'm not sure what my mum would like. Plus I figured you could help me decide which ones I should add to my own collection." I rubbed at my stubble. She smirked at me and I remember she likes men with beards. Out of all the women I knew she was the only who seemed to love facial hair. It was refreshing because the ones I knew only cared about muscles or how big they were packing down there.

"Hmm ok. Let's get started then." She began walking from one painting to another.

Glancing at it for a couple seconds and moving on. Certain ones she'd stay with a little longer. Her explanations for the ones she liked were completely unexpected. She spoke of the complexity of the abstract paintings. The detail in the sculptures. I have to say she surprised me. Most people would just glance at a painting and give it a flat yes or no. I stayed quiet throughout the entire time she looked over pieces. I picked up on little habits she had. If she didn't like something she would purse her lips slightly and sigh. When she liked something she licked her lips and bit the corner of her bottom lip. When she was really impressed she had a smirk that would show off her dimple on her left cheek. She had picked out four pieces. Three paintings and one sculpture.

"So these three, I picked out for you." She pointed at two paintings and the sculpture. "And this one is for your mom. I'm not exactly sure what she likes but I was...simply drawn to it." That's when the smirk came. This painting was her favorite.

"Why don't we go have a smoke." I offered. She nodded and followed me to a bench right outside the door. She sat down and lit her cigarette as I did the same. "Thank you for coming with me. The pieces you've picked are definitely choice." I commended.

"No problem. I had fun, it's been a while since I've been to an art gallery. Between traveling and working I don't get much down time." She took a drag and released the smoke. "Don't get me wrong I love what I do, but sometimes it gets a little overwhelming."

"I understand. With the work that the lads and I do, we're always in meetings, traveling to different places around the globe, always...busy. So when we get the chance to get away we tend to make the most of it. Good and bad." I could speak freely with Alana, she had no hidden agenda, she was here with me because she wanted to be.

"But you have to see the bright side. We've worked very hard to get where we are." She leaned on my shoulder. "And hard work pays off."

"Yes it does." I rubbed her knee. She quickly flinched. At first I thought I had offended her. But that smirk...dead giveaway. I squeezed her knee and she squirmed and giggled.

"Found it." I proudly stated.

Her eyes widened. She tried to push my hands away but I wouldn't give in. She laughed uncontrollably to the point of tears.

"Please. S-s-top!" She screamed In between laughs. I couldn't help but laugh along with her. "Zayn!" I stood up to stand in front of her and squeezed harder on her knees. That was it, she lost it. Her whole body bucked up, her hands were on my forearms and she crashed her mouth on my neck.

"Ouch!" Not in pain just in shock.

"Did you just bite me?" I laughed out. She was coming down from her giggle fit.

"Sorry!" Her face was bright red. "I didn't know how else to get you to stop." She was adorable when she was embarrassed, couldn't even make eye contact with me. She tilted her head and looked at my neck. "Shit, I left a mark." Her head dropped into her hands.

"Hey" I grabbed her hand. "It's ok sweets. I'll just consider it a love bite." I gave her a big smile and kissed her hand. "Why don't we get back yeah? I'm sure you still have things to pack." she pursed her lips at what I had said.

"Actually...Zayn can I ask you something?" Her eyes met mine. "If you don't want to answer it, it's ok."

"What is it sweets?" I'd answer any question of hers.

"Who's Stella?" She asked in a quiet voice. It caught me off guard. "I'm sorry I shouldn't have asked." She began walking towards the car but I caught up to her and made her face me.

"Sweets, it's alright. I just wasn't expecting that question." I knew she felt bad for asking but the damn paps mentioned both Dean and Stella.

"Stella is...long story short, my version of Dean."


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HARRYS POV


I'm beginning to think that bringing Charlie up here was a big mistake. Alana was all too happy to leave with Zayn. Charlie thought they were a fucking couple. Speaking of Charlie, she's been unbelievably annoying and has been here for almost two hours. As soon as I brought her out here Liam gave me the death look straight from hell. Bridgette was ok in the beginning, but as soon as she saw that Charlie was being extra touchy...Liam and Bridgette could have been twins.

"So how long have you two been dating?" Bridgette asked. I could tell she was holding back. If her and Alana are anything alike I should be expecting a fist flying towards my face.

"We're not."

"Almost a year." Charlie and I answered at the same time.

I shot her a look and received a warning glance from Niall. He could tell Bridgette was getting pretty heated and rubbed her back.

"Well we've been hooking up for a while." Charlie corrected herself. Bridgette look like she wanted to kill me so I glanced at Liam who was on his phone.

"Well what time is everybody's flights?" Thankfully Grant changed the subject. Liam got up and excused himself. I quickly followed him.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Paps." Is all he said.

"Ok? What about them?" We deal with paparazzi all the time.

"They were in the lobby when Zayn and Alana came back after the club and when they left today and snapped lots of photos. They brought up Stella and Dean to both of them." Those fucking pricks. No one has brought up Stella since Zayn called off the wedding. And Dean? Well he's...fuck him.

"One of the paps followed them and got more photos of them at this warehouse. Then also when they were leaving." I didn't know why he was making such a big deal out of it.

"So?" Liam didn't even look at me he just kept looking at his phone.

I snatched the phone from him and saw why he was so irritated. The photos of them in the lobby. She looked scared. My Alana. I wasn't there to save her, but Zayn was. All I see in the pictures are her in the arms of the wrong person. The pictures from today show them hand in hand and extremely close together. This is fucking bullshit. It should be me not him. The pictures of them at the warehouse send me into a rage of jealously, jealously that I would never admit. Candid shots of them walking, talking, laughing...everything Alana and I should be doing. Why the fuck did I bring Charlie here. I could have fixed this and Alana would be here with me instead of out there with Zayn. The last photo must have had dust on the lens when it was taken. There was a dirt mark on Zayns neck.

"Then you might as well just be my date for the wedding." Her voice brought me out of my thoughts.

"Anything for you sweets." Zayn said. Alana came into sight first and Zayn just a few steps behind her.

"Oh hey guys, how was brunch?" She asked both Liam and I.

"Hey babe I'm going to go I'll call you later." Charlie's high pitch caused Alana to flinch but thanks to super-fucking-hero Zayn putting his arm around her she calmed. She gave Zayn a look and began to walk away.

"Uh I'm going to find Bridgette." Alana walked away before I could even give her an answer.

"Hey Zayn! Oh wow, do you need some coverup?" Charlie asked. Zayn raised his brow.

"For what?" I snapped at her.

"Babe I told you they were a couple! See?" She pointed towards his neck.

There was a messy circle of a bruise. Reddish purple. A fucking hickey. He got her, he took MY Alana. Liam was right, I did fuck up my chances. But as fucked up as it sounds... I still want her.

Notes

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