It Couldn't Be (A Zayn Malik Fanfiction)

Chapter 9
On the way back, I sat next to Zayn again. But this time, he slept. I didn't mind, though, it gave me some time to think.
Eleanor and Danielle were dropped back off at their hotel, and for some unknown reason,that is still unclear to me, Louis and Harry ended up sitting next to each other. I'm assuming because of all the shopping bags.
I glanced at them only in glimpses to make sure that they didn't catch me looking. But from those few glances I could tell how uncomfortable they both were. From the information I'd gathered, it didn't look like the closeness that was making them feel so uncomfortable. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Harry look at me every once in a while.
The boys stayed in a different hotel than Danielle and Eleanor. The driver, who must've forgotten I was on the bus, pulled into the Suites, a fancier hotel in downtown Jackson. I stayed quiet. Not because I wanted to stay, but because I wanted myself to go as much unnoticed as possible.
Zayn woken and noticed we were at the hotel, causing him to wipe his face. The driver drove around to the back of the building.
"Are you ready for a show, babe?" Zayn asked me in his husky voice. I didn't know what he meant until we stepped off the bus.
The first thing I heard were screams. Bodyguards, who tried to maintain some level of control, pushed girls back who were about to faint. I couldn't blame them. I'd be doing the same thing right about now. All of them kept their heads down except Harry, who seemed to be enjoying it all. He took it upon himself to wave at everyone. The guy was so cheeky.
We went inside and Zayn led me to his room. "I always thought you guys shared rooms," I said.
"Really only dressing rooms. After so many days, we get kind of tired looking at each other naked."
I'd never heard such a gay remark before in my life.
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Zayn and I stayed in the room the entire time. I didn't get tired of him because all we just talked and watched whatever was on tv. He ordered some pizza and got strawberries from room service. I swear he spent at least five minutes on asking me why I didn't eat chocolate.
"I just don't. When I was little, I used to think it was just rolled up mud. Even when I tried it, it was still disgusting."
"Well, that just doesn't make sense to me, but I'm glad I know that now." He got up and went to the fridge. "Do you drink?"
"I haven't had a sip of alcohol in my life. Besides, I'm underage. The drinking limit is 21 in America."
"Oh yeah, I forgot. Well how about Sparkling Grape juice?"
"That would be nice." I smiled.
We ate the strawberries and said not much else. Then Harry knocked on the door.
"Er...Zayn... Alyssa said she needs to talk to you about what you're wearing for the next concert," he said.
"Okay," Zayn said, getting off the floor. "I'll be back Molly." He gave Harry one last look, then went away.
Harry was about to turn around and follow him, but I stopped him in his tracks. "Harry, can I talk to you for a second?"
"Yeah, what's up?"
I took a deep breath. "I just wanted to let you know that when I'm around, you don't have to be so tense around Louis."
"I don't understand what you mean."
"I wouldn't tell anyone."
"Tell anyone what?"
"About you and Louis. I see the way you guys look at each other. He doesn't look at Eleanor that way."
"Louis and I are not an item. Besides, I know that's not the reason you wanted to talk to me anyway."
"You're right. I want you tell me about Skylar. Although, I'm not sure that we have enough time."
"Don't worry about it. Zayn will be in there for ages. He's so peculiar about what he wears." He chuckled.
"Okay, so tell me." I sat down on the bed and Harry sat next to me. I could smell the familiar scent of his cologne. It was the same cologne my brother wore, Ralph Lauren. Although it smelled way better on Harry. He just sat for a moment, and then he began.
"Zayn and Skylar dated on our last tour. Zayn had met her, but that time he was just himself, he wasn't disguised as anyone."
Harry looked at his feet. "Zayn absolutely, no-doubt-about-it, loved that girl. I couldn't blame him. She was gorgeous."
"Well, what happened to her?" I asked. I tried so hard not to make him think that I was jealous or anything. Although I'm sure she looked way better than me.
"Zayn tried his best to keep her undercover, about the same thing he tried with you. But of course it didn't work. Fans found out, the paparazzi found out, and threats started pouring in. We can never figure out why Zayn's girlfriends always got so famous so quickly, but for some unknown reason they do."
"Skylar was getting threats from all angles, but she seemed so optimistic. I guess she never thought that the threats were serious and that they would go away. Well one day, she was getting in her car coming from our hotel. Zayn offered to go with her, but she declined. When she closed her car door, a poisonous gas was triggered, gassing her."
At this I gasped. How could someone be so cruel? "Did she die?"
"Luckily, no. Someone was in the garage, near the car and they were able to get her out somehow."
"So why didn't they stay together?"
"When Skylar was in the hospital, she started to freak out. Well, I guess I wouldn't say that because she was already crazy. She had been using Zayn the entire time. She told Zayn that the only reason she stayed with the him was for the publicity and the money, and that no amount of money could make her kill herself. So she told the nurses to make Zayn leave the room, and we never saw her again."
"Wow, that's something. So is Zayn still mourning over her?"
"Not that we know of. He was down and out for a while, but he seems a lot better, especially now that he's with you."
I stood up off the bed. "Thank you, Harry. Thanks for telling me."
"You're welcome." He stood up heading for the door. "Oh, and Molly?"
"Yeah?"
"I trust you. I know you wouldn't do anything like that."
"Thanks. And of course I wouldn't. I love him too much."
"Yeah I know. I see it. So Molly?"
"Yeah Harry?" I said, turning around to look him in the eyes.
"I just wanted to tell you that you're right."
Before I could ask him what I was right about he headed out the door.
I thought about it and knew exactly what he was talking about. But before I could be happy about that, my mind curiously pondered on just one question.
Would the same thing that happened to Skylar happen to me?

Notes

I'm sorry. I didn't realize that I had posted the same chapter twice... So here ya go.