The next day, I woke up on my bed but didn't open my eyes. I heard people talking. They were laughing and chatting. When I opened my eyes, I saw my manager talking to Zayn. That's when I realised I was meant to have a photoshoot. I jumped out of bed and stared at both of them.

"Morning sunshine" Zayn said with a lively voice. My manager slowly walked up to me.

"Is he your boyfriend?" she whispered in my ear.

"Not in the slightest." I whispered back at her. She smiled in relief.

"I'm happy to hear that. I like him. I can't believe you know someone who looks like Zayn Park." she whispered and walked away, but before she left, she winked at Zayn. That made me feel very uncomfortable.

"I think your manager likes me" Zayn said out of the bloom. I rolled my eyes and went to take a shower. Immediately I was done, we left.

   When we got to the photoshoot stadium, people were looking at Zayn and I. What could I expect? I was a celebrity and Zayn...well....he was Zayn. We waved and smiled as cameras flashed before our faces. When I was about to tap Zayn, three screaming girls ran to him.

"Are you Zayn Park?" one of the girls asked.

"Do you think I am?" Zayn asked her like he was talking to a child. The girls turned to each other and dragged him away with them. He waved at me and went with the girls. I guess the girls didn't didn't care where he had come from. They were just happy he was there. Linda called me to the red carpet to take my shoot. I couldn't completely concentrate. Why? I kept on hearing the girls laugh. I turned to their direction and saw Zayn sign on their shirts. Was I jealous? Was I really jealous?

"Beth, are you okay?" the photographers asked me.

"Yeah. Yeah." I said and turned to their direction. I felt a spark in my head and it made me feel dizzy. When I turned there again, I saw Zayn look at me. I looked away as soon as possible. Later I turned back and I saw him look at me. I looked away again and my heart skipped. What was happening to me? What was this spark I felt in intense situations? When the shoot was over, I walked down and passed Zayn. I was going to feel okay if I didn't walk with him. I was going to a nearby garden and I wanted to be alone.
As I was walking, Zayn appeared at my front and shocked me. I yelped.

"Don't ever do that again?" I said and continued walking - on my own.

"What happened to you?" he asked me as he walked by my side.

"Nothing!" I said sharply. He turned me to his direction.

"Is it because I was with those girls?" he asked me with a soft voice. He sounded like he knew what he was doing.

"Did you watch me in the shoot. Did you see me posing?" I asked him.

"Really? Is that why you're angry?" he asked me and pinched my cheeks. I slapped his hands off in embarrassment.

"I saw some of it." he said smiling. I closed my eyes and walked away. He continued to follow me . As I looked at him, I saw his eyes. They were light-red and that really alerted me.

"ZAYN!!!" I called out to him loudly. He didn't even look at me. I jumped at the front of him and he looked down at me with folded arms.

"I thought you were trying to escape me" he said and smirked. I clapped my hands to get his full attention.

"What do you want to do?" I asked him and tried to do an intimidating stare. He made an orange juice appear on his hand.

"Tsk. Just a little prank. I want to water the flowers." he said and opened it. I snatched it and took a sip.

"There's garlic in it." he said and laughed. I vomitted - literally. I frowned for a while but his laughing got to me. I started to laugh as well.

"HA! You're laughing" he said pointing at me. I could tell he was really happy to see me laugh.

"It's your fault." I said, rolled my eyes and walked past him. Very soon, we were walking together. How did it get to it? I did not know. It wasn't too long ago that I was jealous and angry. Somehow, his annoyance can be soo fun. At the middle of the garden, we saw an ice-cream truck. Zayn dragged me to the truck. Immediately, the ice-cream man noticed us.

"Good afternoon couples." he said with a lot of energy. I opened my eyes in surprise.

"You got it all wrong. We're just-"

"Close friends. Really, really, really close friends." Zayn said cutting me off. He winked at me and all I could do was sigh.

"We're just friends" I said in an effortless way.

"You mean close friends?" he asked me in a flirt-ish way.

"No. I mean just friends." I said. The ice-cream man just stared at us while we were doing our so-called argument.

"TWO ICE-CREAMS PLEASE" I shouted intentionally to cut Zayn off. Zayn knocked my head and I wanted to knock him back but the ice-cream man put the ice-cream too close our faces so, I was distracted. I took the ice-cream and flipped my hair. For the record, my hair slapped his face and that is totally what I wanted.

   While we were walking, twilight came quite fast. We were on a walkway on the garden's pathway. That is where the most terrible thing happened to me. It was very coincidental. While I was walking with Zayn, I bumped into someone.

"Sorry Charles." I said and just when I was about to walk away, I looked again.

"CHARLES?!!!" I shouted in shock. Charles looked back, gasped and ran to hug me. He lifted me up in the air and trust me, Zayn looked like he wanted to break Charles' neck. I turned to Zayn and smiled with my full teeth. Maybe this was what I needed - a distraction to get my mind off Zayn. It was also a very bad timing. The last thing I wanted was my boyfriend with me at a time like this.

"So um....Zayn, this is my boyfriend, Charles Bobbin. You must know Charles Bobbin." I said trying to get him to smile.

"No. I DON'T know Charles Bobbin." he said unimpressed and disappeared. Charles turned to me and looked afraid. I couldn't blame him. He just saw a human being disappear into thin air.

"Who is he?" he asked. I knew what he was thinking and it's what you're thinking to. I knew a very simple way to answer his question. I took out my phone and browsed 'Dark Hour' on my phone. I showed it to him and his expression said it all.

"Zayn Park? ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!!!"he shouted.

"Nope." I said.

"And he seems to already hate me." he said. I felt like disappearing. I had a strong feeling things were about to turn around for the worst.

Why do you think Zayn is angry?
Do you like Charles?
Do you think Zayn cares about Bethany?