"What's up?" Zayn says casually as if he hadn't been running away from swarms of people.

I only gave him a look and rolled my eyes. "Nothing much, aside from being mobbed."

"I see that it's completely normal." He winks and I huff. I cannot believe this dude.

Regardless of his very cocky remarks, I find his voice very enticing. From what I've heard, this guys sings like an angel. Might want to test that sometime.

The knocks from the other side seemed to be decreasing and footsteps were running away from our room. They were shouting incoherent words and quite honestly, I can't believe this hotel security let those guys in.

"Damn, the security in this place sucks." As if hearing my mind, Zayn says, as he wanders the room.

I eye him again from his head to his toes, and calculate his worth. From those Gucci boots, I could kidnap this guy for ransom. He's very lanky, but quite far from what I see in photos.

After checking him out for three minutes (more that I would want to admit), I pull my best 'I am offended' look and pointed at him. "Who said you could barge in here?"

"Not my choice, eh."

As he says those words, my eyes land on his facial hair and how it moves gracefully as he talks. He honestly looks like a Greek god, and I now question my existence. He looks heavenly, I'll give him that.

Wait, this is Zayn. I could confront him about the other night. I could actually get answers from him.

Before I could say anything though, he says, "You're the girl that I slept with, yeah?"

My eyes widen. "S-slept with?"

"Yeah? I woke up with you by my side." He smirks.

"Did something happen, that night?"

He only shrugs and wore a really frustrating-but-good-looking suggestive smirk. "Dunno."

I roll my eyes and crossed my arms. I really want to strangle him, just so I can get the answer that I want. "Look, pretty boy, I don't have time for your shit. Just tell me, did something happen?"

"Look, pretty gal, I really don't know. We'll get there, yeah?" He breathes. "Calm your tits."

I look at him, with defeat, as he paced around the room. His footsteps were heavy, and he seemed to walk slow, as if he was thinking hard.

"I keep remembering that I met you at a club, but m'not sure." He hums.

"I don't remember going in a club though." I sigh.

"I remember things that you don't." He chuckled. "This is interesting, Adison."

As soon as he said my name, I shot up and look at him. "How'd you know my name?"

"It's all over the news, duh."

Shit.

My dad is going to kill me once he finds out.

"Dammit," I whispered under my breath.

"Who's this guy?" Zayn motioned at Piper. "Heavy sleeper."

"Yeah, that's Piper." I sigh and roll my eyes.

"Boyfriend?"

"Hell no."

"Nice." He offered a smirk. "He wouldn't mind that we slept together."

"Why do you keep saying that?" I groan. "You do know if something did or did not happen that night."

"I don't know about that babe."

I look at him and slapped my face. This guy is impossible. He's really getting into my nerves (despite being an incredibly good looking guy). It's like he's playing games with me, and at the moment, I'm not having any of it.

In defeat, I slap my back against the couch and I close my eyes. I hear a plastic packet opening and I open my left eye, just enough to see what Zayn was doing. He was opening a pack of cigarettes, pulled one out and placed it in between his lips. He patted his pockets, front and back, only to realize that he doesn't have any lighter.

"Fuck," he mutters breathlessly.

I giggle inside and laid my head with satisfaction.

"You got any lighter?" He says. I shook my head.

He got up, seems to be looking for one, and I look at Piper. I stood up and shook his arm lightly. He only grunts and I shake him again, this time, a little aggressive. He finally opens his eyes.

He mumbled something, but I didn't put any attention to it. I widen my eyes and tilt my head towards Zayn's direction. Piper's gaze follows my head and he seemed surprised but not too much.

"What the?" He whispers.

"I know."

"Who's that?"

"Zayn." I mouthed.

His mouth formed an 'o' shape and he sat up. Zayn takes notice that Piper's awake and and eyes him for a while, but continued to look for his goddamn lighter.

Before I open my mouth, the doors banged really loudly and stomps were back again.

"Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit." Zayn fumbles back and look at me. "We gotta go."

"How?" I yell.

"Through the window."

His feet seemed to itch in his place as moves over to the window. "We haven't got much time. Hurry the fuck up."

I moved over to his side while he looked over the window. I wave Piper over but he only gives me a discouraging look. He shakes his head and I offered a hand at him.

"Come on, Piper!"

"Heck no!" He exclaims. "You're crazy!"

"We don't have a choice!"

I look over to Zayn and he was already out the window, standing over a ledge and moves carefully along its line. "Come on, already!"

I hesitate for a few seconds before flailing my leg over the window and landing on the same position Zayn was in earlier.

"Piper!" I yell.

"Go on, I'll figure out a way." Was all I heard before Zayn and I jumped onto an emergency staircase and almost leaped at every step. We reached the ground and we run. Zayn was in front of me and I just followed, really not knowing where to go. The sight around me was really blurry and Zayn's leather jacket was the only thing I see clearly.

Before I know it, Zayn enters a black van and laid out a hand to help me up. I follow and before the car door closes, I see paparazzi's almost nearing the car.

I sigh and close my eyes.

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"Anyway," Zayn starts off, rubbing his chin. "I know that you are as worked up as I am about this thing yeah?"

We are now in a hotel; a nicer one. Probably Zayn's penthouse or something. It is really fancy but has that artistic feel to it. We arrived thirty minutes ago and Zayn gave me clothes to change into, since I entered this place looking like I just worked out for a day.

"Yeah I am." I mutter. "But can you explain what is up with the mobbing thing earlier?"

He shrugs, placing his glass of whiskey down on top of a table and continues to play with his beard. "Paparazzi. Always wanting stories. Apparently, they know about us. They have been following me since yesterday. Probably, like, want to make a juicy story so Gigi flips her shit."

"Your girlfriend, right?"

"Yeah." A smile attempting to escape his lips.

"She would definitely flip her shit. Don't you think she's heard about it?"

"Yeah, she has, but like," He pauses for a moment, looks up to the ceiling, as if he's calculating something. "She's, like, been texting me about it non-stop. 'Course I lied."

Damn. I feel bad for Gigi. It sucks that she has to date someone like him. And I hate that more and more people are getting involved in this stuff. It now seems like I have to lie about a lot of things from now on.

"Don't have a choice, yeah?" He added.

I only nodded, agreeing with his remark. After a while, I manage to say, "It's not cool that we left Piper on his own back at the hotel."

"Oh. the heavy sleeper?" Zayn says. "If he sleeps that heavily through crazy crap, he'll be okay."

I was about to say something but I think about his words. Well, it is most likely that he'll handle the paparazzi. I mean he knows how to talk his way through trouble.

"What are we gonna do now, then?" I ask.

"Clearly, we have to come up with a plan." He exhales. "And just know that I'll only do this because I want to clear my name. 'M sure you want that too. No funny business."

I nod again, quickly understanding what he meant by the funny business. Though, it kinda hurt for some reason, even though that's what we both wanted.

"No intentions." I bit my lip.

Zayn smirks to that. "Cool."

There was silence for a while. Not uncomfortable, not comfortable either. I'm just trying to wrap my head around everything and warming myself up with ideas for our 'plan'. Zayn however was still sipping from his glass, looking at me from time to time and checking his phone in between.

Every time I would catch him looking at me, instead of tearing his gaze away from mine, he continues to just stare down at me, while drinking his -what seemed like never-ending- whiskey. I felt like I was being degraded or something so I just gave him a very stern look. While this continued on for probably three times, he finally stops and puts down his now empty glass and shifts in his chair.

"Tell me a little bit about you. While we're at it, yeah?"

"There's not much to me, really." I state slowly. I clearly don't want to share my life with this guy. He gives off that vibe that he's plotting something bad.

"There's somethin' for sure." He pushes.

"No, I just, uh, you know," I say. "Study."

"Really?" He raises his eyebrows. "What do you study?"

"Architecture."

"Here in L.A?"

"Uh, no actually." I start. "I'm supposed to go to in San Francisco, which adds up to my confusion. I distinctly remember just moving in to my dorm, then all of the sudden, I woke up in, you know, that place."

He hums and slightly opens his mouth to answer. "I remember going to a club, just downtown, that day. And I know I saw you there."

"But how exactly did that happen?"

"That is the question, dear."

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A/N:

OMG, finally updated. how do u feel about this chapter? its shorter than usual, but i hope its ok. anyways, thank you for reading through this book an i hope you like it.

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Unedited. 01/02/18