Chapter 44

Perrie POV

“Zayn! What the fuck was that?” I yell the second we get back into our dressing room and he shuts the door behind him.

“You saw what it was! He was being a bellend!” Zayn says, clutching his newly bruised hand.

“You can’t go around punching people for being bellends!” I say, “Why can’t you think Zayn? In public, in front of all those press people and all those big mouth celebrities and you attack someone. D’you know how this is gonna look?”

“I don’t care how it looks. If he disrespects you then I’m gonna hurt him,” Zayn says and he looks like he’s getting angry again.

“Next time don’t,” I say before getting some ice out of the drinks bucket next to the mirror.

“I’m sorry. It just annoys me, get’s me angry,” Zayn says as gently lift up his hand and place the ice softly over it.

“Ahh, that’s cold.”

“It’s ice, Zayn,” I say before the moving the ice and looking at his injured hand. That was definitely some punch. I think it’ll look bad on him that he punched Max but I’m quite flattered in a way. I can’t believe he defended me like that.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Zayn asks, noticing my gaze on him as I flashed back to the moment he punched Max.

“I love you, that’s all,” I say smiling up at him to see him smiling back.

“I love you too,” Zayn says before he is interrupted by a knock at the door. As I open the door it is pushed open roughly and Richard marches inside.

“What were you thinking?!” he shouts at Zayn, “I tell you to be careful because there are press about so you decide to punch someone? Not to mention someone from another band who could easily talk about it in every interview.”

“I know. I shouldn’t have reacted like that there but he disrespected Perrie,” Zayn tells him, keeping surprisingly calm considering how annoying Richard usually was.

“Well I think I’ve dealt with most of the press,” Richard says while looking down at Zayn’s swollen fist.

“What do you mean?”

“I’ve paid them off. They won’t say anything hopefully. But Max might. Let’s just hope he’s a reasonable guy,” Richard says.

“He’s not,” I interject before Zayn can get a word in and lose his temper again.

“Well I don’t think you should aggravate the situation anymore. Why don’t you go home Zayn? I’ll get you a car, okay?” Richard says.

“Well I’m going with him,” I say, not allowing Zayn to basically be kicked out of a festival on his own.

“Ok. I’ll book you both a car,” Richard says before leaving the dressing room.

“Sorry for ruining your day,” Zayn says, he knew I was looking forward to today.

“You didn’t ruin it. It wasn’t your fault and if you weren’t there then I would’ve punched him for saying those things about you,” I tell him jokingly.

“I don’t think you would’ve caused as much damage babe,” Zayn says with a smile spreading across his face again.

“I don’t think you should be too sure,” I say before picking up my bags.

“Your not gonna get change?” Zayn asks, pointing out that I’m still wearing what I wore on stage.

“No, let’s just go,” I say and we leave the dressing room.

-

“YOU DID WHAT?” Niall asks in shock as we sit in Zayn’s living room. Zayn’s invited all the boys over to play playstation. Niall and Liam on one sofa, Harry and Zayn on the other and me in the armchair. Louis is in Manchester with Eleanor so isn’t here.

“He deserved it,” Zayn says to defend himself.

“You still shouldn’t have punched him. Be the bigger man,” Liam advises Zayn.

“Can you guys just have my back? I did it and that’s that. Defend me or leave it,” Zayn says, getting annoyed. Louis would usually have his back in these sort of situations when the others were more easy going when it came to rivalry. “What would you do if someone said something rude to Danielle?” Zayn asks Liam.

“What? He said something about Perrie?” Harry asks.

“Well I didn’t punch him for nothing,” Zayn says in an irritated voice.

“What did he say?” Harry asks, turning away from the playstation to look at me.

“He asked me why I was with Zayn and told him I could do better. Then he told Zayn to watch out,” I say, recounting the earlier events.

“I don’t know what he’s got against me. I’ve done nothing to him. What right does he have to say that to her?” Zayn asks. There’s never been any conflict between The Wanted boys and One Direction so I don’t really know where Max’s hate for Zayn has come from.

“Maybe he likes Perrie?” Niall says, suggesting that jealousy is the reason for all this but I shake my head in disagreement.

“He’s got a girlfriend though. That Michelle girl from Corrie,” Harry points out.

“Oh yeah, she’s hot,” Niall says and we all laugh at how Niall and Harry have managed to change the conversation into girls.

“He should keep his eye on his own girlfriend, not mine,” Zayn says as he stares at the television intently as him and Harry try to beat Niall and Liam at FIFA.

“So what’s gonna happen? Is it gonna be in the papers?” Liam asks as Harry and Zayn score another goal.

“Well only if he tells people,” I tell Liam as I have a sip of my drink.

“And if he does tell the press then I’ll just tell them what he said to Perrie. Or maybe I’ll tell his girlfriend,” Zayn says, with a mischievous tone in his voice.

“Don’t do anything stupid, Zayn. Don’t make it any worse,” Liam advises and Zayn sighs heavily.

“I wish Louis was here. You guys are boring. And you’re all rubbish at FIFA,” Zayn says as the fulltime whistle goes and Harry and Zayn have beaten Liam and Niall 23-0 but Zayn scored all the goals.

Zayn gets up and walks over to me and signals me to get up. He takes my seat and pulls me down to sit on his lap. “So… What we doing tonight boys?” Zayn asks as he wraps his arms around me.

“We’re going out?” Harry asks, surprised because the boys hardly ever go out all together now. They’re more likely to be recognized if we’re all together.

“Yep,” Zayn says, “Let’s hit some clubs.”

-

As we dance in the club we are all in a private booth. Danielle is here now and a few of Harry’s friends have joined us in the booth. Me and Liam don’t really drink that much but the others are drinking a lot. We’ve been here for about an hour and Zayn is already drunk and it’s kind of annoying.

“Perrie lets go dance,” Zayn slurs while slumping next to me where me Liam and Niall are sitting and chatting.

“Ok, Zayn,” I say, pulling him up and over to the dance floor. As we dance and sway Zayn wraps his arms around my body and we dance in sync. “Zayn get off,” I demand as he starts aggressively kissing my neck. He stinks of booze and I’m practically carrying his weight as he leans on me.

“But I loooooooooove you,” Zayn shouts over the loud music.

“I know Zayn, I love you too,” I say, loud enough so he can hear over the loud music.

“I need another drink,” Zayn says as he detaches his body from mine and heads back over to our private booth. I follow him and see Niall sitting on his own while Liam and Danielle dance so I go and join him.

“You alright Niall?” I say. Niall’s slightly drunk but not nearly to the same extent as Harry and Zayn.

“Yeah. These boys are such lightweights,” Niall says as he sips his drink.

“They need some Irish in them if they’re gonna drink that much,” I joke.

“You’re right. Only the Irish can handle their drink,” he says as Harry makes his way over to us and slumps down next to me.

“Perrie!” Harry slurs out and puts his arm round my shoulder. “You’re with Niall now? What have you done with Zayn?” Harry asks and I can smell the alcohol in his breath as he speaks with his head close to mine.

“He’s gone to get another drink,” I tell him, “So I’m hanging with Niall.”

“Just remember Perrie, if you and Zayn break up, Niall will be here. Niall still loves you but don’t tell Zayn. Never tell Zayn because then we’ll break up,” Harry slurs out while staring at Niall.

“He’s lying. Don’t listen to him,” Niall says to defend himself.

“No. Not lying. You told me yesterday remember. You said you needed to get rid of your feelings for her. But don’t tell Zayn, Perrie. Definitely don’t tell Zayn. Just know that Niall is always here for you,” Harry says and Niall gets up onto his feet.

“Harry stop,” He says and he pulls Harry up. “Look I’m gonna take him home. Um, have a good night,” Niall says and he carries Harry out of the club. I gaze after him, shocked at what Harry’s just said and I don’t really know what to do.

“You alright babe?” Zayn says as he comes back over to me.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Let’s go home.”

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