Songs for this chapter:
When I Look At You – Miley Cyrus
Crush – David Archuleta
Say Something – A Great Big World


I wake up early, with Zayn lying next to me. He’s already awake, God knows for how long he have been that! I have practice today, and need to get in the shower. I stand up, and begin to walk out of the room, when I feel Zayn staring at my body. I probably should have worn some more clothes, but shit it! I just have to get out of this room, an away from his intense stare!
“You’re staring,” I say, and begin to make my way out of the room.
“Yes I am,” I hear Zayn answer, as I make my way into the bathroom.
The shower is great; the small drops off water hugging my body. I wash my hair, and get out. I claps a fluffy towel around my body, but it’s short, and only reaches from my early boobs, to my early thighs. I hear my stomach growl, and decide it’s time for breakfast. Zayn is still in the shower, so I decide to go to the kitchen in the towel.
I make some cereal, and just as I’m finding a spoon, I hear a loud thud from the living room. I walk out from the kitchen, and let my eyes scan the room. My eyes land on a naked Zayn. I quickly turn around, to avoid the… interesting sight.
“Hey, come here, and rescue me!” Zayn complains.
“You maybe wanna cover your lover half before,” I answer, and try to hold in a laughter.
I can hear him shuffle around behind me, and soon enough, he says he’s covered, and I turn around. As promised, he’s no longer naked. I shake my head, walk into my room, and put on my training clothes.

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Training goes well, I learn how too cook human meat, not that I’m going to use that in the future. I may not have anything else to eat, but I’m not a barbarian; I wont go that far!
Training is fast over, and before I know it, me and Zayn are home in the apartment, watching a movie.
“This is so boring!” I complain, and look at Zayn.
“I know. I mean, I love ‘Bend It Like Beckham’, it’s the best movie EVER, but we watched it yesterday!” Zayn join my train off complains.
“Can’t we do something else?” I ask, and let my eyes leave Zayn, and look at the TV. My eyes study the scene where Jess and Joe nearly kiss outside the club.
“I could think of something,” Zayn says, and I once again look at him.
“And what is this something?”
“You’ll see, but you have to change into something more suitable,” He says, and I look down my outfit. Sweatpants and a hottie.
“Okay, I’ll go chance,” I say, and leave the room. Since I don’t know what we’re doing, I just put this on. I wish I had this kind of clothes at home!
That’s when I began wondering. Why am I dressing up? I mean, either we are going to stay in our apartment, but why would I then have to dress up? I mean, Zayn have seen me in sweats, so why would I have to change? And if we’re going to be meeting some off the other contestants, who would probably be either district 4 (Louis and Camille), or district 8 (Justin and Anna), and they have all seen me in sweats. Why would I dress up because off them? Weird… And there isn’t really a third reason, seen as we’re trapped here.
I need to stop overthinking it, and just go with it. I adjust my shirt, open the door, and go into the living room. Zayn is already in there, his back against me, wearing black jeans and a white t-shirt. Simple but elegant. I chough, and he turns around. I feel his eyes up and down my body, and shift uncomfortable.
“You look beautiful,” He says, and walk so he stands directly in front off me.
“So, what are we doing?” I ask excited.
“We’re sneaking out,” He says, his mouth in a smirk. We can’t sneak out! We’ll get caught! Zayn don’t give me time to answer, and instead drag me to the door. We walk down the corridor, into the elevator, and get out on the lowest floor. We quickly sneak behind a bunch off chairs, placed close to the elevator. There’s guards all over the place, and I have no idea how we’ll get out off here!
“When I give you a signal, we run,” He tell me. Which signal, though? Suddenly, Zayn takes an orange up from his pocket. Why? He look around the place, and suddenly throw the orange. It hits the fire alarm. Oh. It starts raining, and the guards run around, trying to find the fire. Hah, losers.
“Signal,” Zayn suddenly whisper-yells, and he get up, and run against the exit, with me hot on his heels. We run, until we’re a good mile away from the building. We’re standing at a train station, catching our breath. We look at each other, and soon burst out laughing. That was genius!
“Alright, what now?” I ask, after our laughing has calmed down.
“Don’t worry, I got it covered,” Zayn says, and takes my hand. I’m a little skeptical, seeing as he has never been here before, but I just go with it. We have deserved to have some fun! We walk out from the train station, and down a big street. Zayn got us sunglasses, so we won’t be recognized. We stop at a little Italian restaurant, and Zayn guides me in.
While Zayn talks to the waiter, I look around the place. It’s small and nice, with colorful pictures covering the walls. There’s wine hanging down from the ceiling above the bar. The place smells like a combination off wine and tomatoes, and there’s soft Italian music playing in the background. The waiter guides us to a small table in the back, where we can sit without being disturbed.
“So, tell me something interesting about yourself,” Zayn says, as the waiter leave the table with our orders.
“There really isn’t much to tell.”
“Oh come on, just a little fact, one that makes you who you are,” He says, and make me think back. It was true when I said there wasn’t much to tell. I have lived a happily uninteresting life.
“Oh, I got something. My first pet was a pigeon, named Kevin, but I didn’t have him for long, because my mom couldn’t afford food for him. But, yeah, I loved Kevin,” I say, and think back to Kevin’s time. He was a great pigeon!
“Well, that’s indeed a very special story!” Zayn says, and looks into my eyes.
We sit there in silence for some minutes, taking in the restaurant, when I see a police car drive by, outside the restaurant. Shit. They’re probably looking all around town after us! What if they caught us! What if they’ll kill us? This is not good!
“It’s going to be fine,” Zayn says, answering my thoughts, “We’re dying anyway.”
I give him a week smile, and our food arrives.

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After a lovely meal, we once again hit the town. It’s now pitch black outside, with stars peeking out here and there. We walk by the river, on a small road, with nearly any people. We stop when we reach a little band playing. There’s little crowd around them, with around 20 people. The small band is incredible, playing covers by random artists. Suddenly they begin playing ‘Say Something’, and I feel Zayn turn towards me.
“Dance with me?” He asks, and pull out his hand, for me to take. I give him a small smile, and take his hand. He turns me around, so I truly face him, and pull my body towards his. He places both off his hands on the small off my back. I put my hands on his neck, and we begin moving slowly back and forth to the music. I look up, and into his eyes, getting trapped in those big brown bambi eyes. I feel him beginning to move his head closer to mine, and I do the same. We’re just inches apart, when we get pulled apart. The next thing I know, we’re sitting in a police car, on our way back. They found us.

Notes

New chapter! I know it has been a while, but it have been vacation, and I have been away the most off the time, so yeah.
On that note, anyone else who starts on Monday? I mean, in two days, I'm off Summer vacation! It's horrible!

Sorry I aint one off those writers who uploads every day, I have a great respect for thoose who do it, but I just don't got the time for it.

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