“Julianna Sofia Moore, I demand you to open the car door this instant!” I cringe as she says Sofia, but nevertheless I pop the passenger door for her.
“Get in, mum, we’re going to get Zayn.” I command, and she shakes her head.
“No, we have to get Belle first.”
“Why in the world would we have to pick up Belle first?!” I exclaim, stomping my foot on the gas pedal anyways.
“You really don’t listen to music at all, do you?” I shake my head, and she moves to turn on the radio. The dial turns up, and suddenly pop music is blasting out of the speakers.
“YOU’RE INSECURE, DON’T KNOW WHAT FOR.” I snort, pulling up in Belle’s driveway.
“BELLE, GET YOUR SORRY ARSE IN MY CAR WE HAVE TO GO TO THE HOSPITAL.” As soon as I finish my sentence, a medium height, black-haired Filipino runs out of the white-and-blue house, slamming the door behind herself with surprising force.
“Calm your tits, Julianna, I’m here.” As soon as she sits down in the car and buckles herself, however, she hums along to the music. “Decided to play favorites, Mar?” Belle asks, winking at her.
“What…?” I ask, confused.
“You’ll see.” Mar answers, and goes on to explain to Belle why we are on our way to the hospital.
The whole ride, they talk about this and that. The music in the background is fuzz; the whole time my foot s pressed to the gas pedal, my mind on one thing.
Zayn.
~*~
“Hello, I’m here for Zayn Jawaad Malik.” The receptionist looks up at me awkwardly.
“Can you please present I.D.?” Shrugging, I pull my driver’s license out of my purse and show it to her. The secretary nods vigorously after comparing it with the computer screen. “Sorry love, but you don’t know how many people tried to play that card today.”
“Erm, I don’t… which room is he in?”
“Room 108, first on your right, he’s in a single.” I give the kind lady a civil nod before following her directions to Zayn’s room, Mar and Belle in tow.
“Zayn?” I ask, bursting in through the door. In his room are five guys; I recognize Niall, but everyone else is foreign. Belle walks up to one of the guys and gives him a peck on the lips. What…?
“Sorry Julianna, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.” I sit down on his comfortable hospital bed, cocking my head to the side.
“Tell me what?”
“About… the band.” He begins nervously.
“What band? You’re in a band? Are you guys big? Why did you not tell me?”
“You’re insecure, don’t know what for…” The guy Belle had kissed earlier begins. Odd, he sounds just like the guy on the radio. “You’re turning heads when you walk through the do-o-or.” Belle sighs, walking over to him and placing a hand on his shoulder. He shakes his head, and continues. “Don’t need make up, to cover up; being the way that you are is eno-u-ugh.”
“Everyone else in the room can see it,” a curly-haired boy picks up. He sounds just like that guy, too. “Everyone else but you-o.”
“Wait, so smack me if I’m wrong, but you wrote that song? And preformed it?” They all nod, and no smack is delivered to my finally bruise-free arm. “Aww, Zayn, you have a career, why did you go beat up Adam? You could’ve risked your voice!” He shrugs.
“Nobody hurts the people I love.” I smile at him and ruffle his soft hair.
Wait… he loves me?
“Zaynie boy, how come the girl gets to touch your hair, but you push me away?” A boy wearing gray Toms, red skinny jeans, and striped shirt asks. Arg, why do people always interrupt my thoughts?! “And how come this hospital doesn’t have any carrots?”
“Aww, Lou, I love you darling but you always mess up my hair whenever you touch it. And I’m sure that somewhere in this bloody hospital they have carrots.”
“To the carrots!” Lou screams, and runs out of the hospital room. I let out a chuckle, and Mar and Belle look at me funny.
“What, just because one of my, um, acquaintances does something funny I can’t laugh?” I ask lightly. The rest of the boys break out into laughter, and Mar cracks a smile.
“Well, it is Julianna we’re talking about.” Belle admits with a shrug. My gaze falls back on Zayn, and I blush.
“Nobody hurts people I love.”
“Babe, are you alright?” Zayn asks, and one of is warm hands falls over mine. I push it off, no matter how much it warms my body, and fiddle with his sheets instead.
“Um, so, what is your diagnosis?” He can feel my timid-ness like the rest of the room. Nervously, one of the boys twitches in the back.
“My left leg is broken. So is one of my fingers, but it was all worth it… Adam is going to be in here a lot longer than I am.” I raise my eyebrow, giving him a questioning look.
“Zayn, what did you do to Adam?”
“I went to his house, broke his nose, slammed him into the wall and then called the boys.” He replies, gesturing widely at the three boys still left in the room. “They did most of the damage. I believe Adam also has a broken leg, wrist, along with being pretty bloodied up… To be honest, we did a better job than I thought we would." My jaw drops.
“You went to my ex boyfriend’s house and beat him up… because he hurt me?” I ask, my voice quavering. Not good, Julianna, not good; keep it together. I stare into his dark eyes and a shiver runs down my spine.
“Nobody hurts people I love.”
“Well, like I said… he deserved it. Nobody hurts those that I love, especially you.” He answers me, shooting a smile up at me. “Those I love, especially you…”
“Awwww!” The curly brunette sighs.
“Harry, shut up!” Belle loudly whispers, lightly slapping him across the face. He gives us all a puppy dog face.
“Guyssss, Belle hit me and now my face hurtsssss! Boo Bearrrr!” And before I know it, he’s running out the door after Louis. Hum, quite an odd group we’ve got here… Wait, why is everyone looking at me? Everyone’s eyes… are trained on me.
“What, is there something on my face?” I ask worriedly, my hands roaming my face searching for that extra piece of food that decided to hang around. Niall looks as if he’s about to burst out laughing, so does kissy boy (my new nickname for who Belle kissed; thinking out the whole phrase just takes too long!) and Zayn? He’s laughing.
“Jules, you-you-” He chuckles, and doesn’t complete his sentence.
“Julianna, you called One Direction weird… High five!” Mar says, laughing, and holds her hand up. I slap her a five, and Niall shakes his head.
“HASHTAG SWAG!!!” Belle screams, and Mar and I nearly fall to the floor laughing. The boys who are still in the room give us odd looks. “Sorry Liam, I couldn’t resist…” Oh, so now kissy boy is… Liam?
“Okay, wait, I have some questions. Belle, when did you start dating Liam? Why have I not heard about this? Zayn, you have to elaborate on this whole band thing, and Mar, tell Niall to stop farting and laughing.” I wave my hand in front of my face; “he smells horrid.” Niall’s face falls, and Mar grabs his hand, caressing it with her thumb.
“C’mon Ni, we’re going to go get some lunch, alright? Juli is just a bit jealous of your farting skills.” Oh, real mature Mar. On his way out, Niall sticks his tongue out in my general direction.
“Julianna, well, Liam and I have been going out for… a while.” Belle blushes deeply. “I didn’t tell you because I never really saw you, and always…” A tear escapes her suddenly puffy eyes. “I missed you, Juli. I missed your quirkiness and your ability to make any situation awkward or funny. And I couldn’t bring myself to talk to you after you and Adam- after you got- and-” Now she’s full-out crying, head in her hands and everything. The only time I’ve ever seen Belle cry this much is at her cousin’s funeral. Liam rubs her back, and takes over the explaining.
“You have no idea how much I’ve heard about you. Belle talks about you almost every day, and always tells me how she wishes you were there. I told her to wait to reach out to you, and I don’t think I fully understood the condition of the matter. I’m terribly sorry- will you forgive me? It’s my fault Belle didn’t tell you.” Liam reaches his hand out, over to me, and I flinch away like I normally do. I back away, even though Liam probably won’t hurt me, and end up on Zayn’s bed. He pulls me in, and rubs my back while murmuring soothing things in my ear.
“I-I’m sorry Julianna, I really didn’t realize…” Liam tries, but fails. His hands fall to his sides and his butt hits the chair silently. Belle touches his head and whispers something into his ear. He nods, and they get up and leave; but I still hear a last “I’m sorry” from him before the door shuts with a loud “BANG!”
“Okay, Zayn, band, explain; now.” I demand, turning to him in the comfort of solitude. He smiles faintly, while holding me at an arm’s length.
“Julianna, can you be my girlfriend?” I sigh, shaking my head.
“One, why? Two, you’re not getting out of explaining behind the band! And three; I… I don’t know. Answer number one.” He nods, opening his mouth before a loud bang echoes on the door.
“Can you get it for me?” He asks sheepishly, pointing to the door.
“Sure.” I reply, leaping off the bed and grasping the handle. On the other side there’s a strange man holding roses, with a note on them. I take them from him gently, and push the door closed with my foot.
Julianna Sofia Moore- will you be my girlfriend? Love, Zayn.
“Seriously, bro?” I ask, shaking my head. Not overkill, but… Romantic? I’ve never really seen this side of Zayn… Have I?
“Well, yeah. You’re amazing; beautiful, kind, smart, not to mention completely hilarious when we’re alone. Why wouldn’t I want you to be my girlfriend?”
“No, tell me about your band now. We’ll talk about that later.” His face falls, and he pulls me closer to him on the bed.
“But…”
“No buts, Malik, explain before I ask Liam or Harry or Niall or Louis.” He sighs, and his warm breath hits the back of my neck, sending shivers down my spine.
“Well the five of us auditioned for the X Factor in 2010. We all auditioned separately, but on the boot camp stage we had a choice; get kicked out of the competition, or form a band. We, of course, formed the band… We made it all the way to I guess you would call it the finals, and won 3rd place. Simon signed us to his label and ever since we’ve been doing well. We’ve even won a Brit award for best single.” He tells me, and I begin to lean back into him.
“Sounds like a lot of work, how did you fit in the Nutella?”
“Julianna, for the last time, I don’t eat Nutella!” Zayn complains, and I sink deeper into him because his breath is making me shiver more and more, and I don’t want him to know. “And for that fact, neither do you; you’re allergic to nuts. I honestly don’t get why you are obsessed with Nutella.”
“Because, Nutella is attractive…”
“Will you be my girlfriend now?”
“Zayn, I-”
“No, no, that sounds crappy. Let me tell you in different terms. Mar and Niall, stop hiding behind the door. Niall, grab your guitar and play what I told you to.” The door gets burst open and Mar and Niall pour in, holding Niall’s guitar. Mar drops her end and Niall picks it up, sitting down on one of the hospital chairs and smiling at Zayn.
“When I look at you,
I see
Someone so indescribable…
Like me
I open my mouth and try to say
Hey there… out all that comes out is
Beautiful
Hey there, beautiful,
Hey there, beautiful”
Zayn sings, in perfect time with the guitar. I open my mouth slightly, because no one has ever sung to me, let alone sang a song they wrote themselves. Unless Zayn didn’t write it. Nevertheless, he’s still the first person to sing to me.
“Julianna Sofia Moore, I wrote that song for you, because whenever I see you… All I can think is “I’m so lucky to know this beautiful girl.” I love you.” My eyes go from Niall and his guitar, to my roses which are still clutched loosely in my hands, to Zayn. Whenever I look at him, I feel the tingle in my stomach that people write books about. Those eyes, the eyes that look through me…
Do I love the person behind them like they love me?
Yes.
“Yes, Zayn Jawaad Malik, I’ll be your girlfriend.”

Notes

Hi guys! The lyrics in this chapter are mine, I apologise if they aren't up to par. But no copyright infringement took place! :)
~Mallery