Journals

Dakota's POV

I can't believe him. He has the nerve to read my damn diary. Who gave him the right? No one! He should've just left it alone and give it to me. Those are my personal thoughts. The only time I have a release from my cruel reality. I hate him! He can go die in a hole with his precious fans ripping his clothes. If I see myself on a magazine cover, I will track them down and kill them. End of story.

Since I have no chores today, I might as just hang out around here. I walk to the cinema down the road and get tickets for a random horror movie. I love horror movies. Seeing fear in people's eyes remind me of myself. My life is a horror movie. I hate romantic movies. They're so stupid. The girl is so reliant on a guy or the guy is acting stupid. Romantic movies basically fill that void most people have that want a relationship like that.

I sit in the back row avoiding the attention from everyone. If I don't talk to anybody, they won't talk to me. Simple. No one likes me anyways so why I should I bother them? In the back, my presence is not acknowledged—

"Dakota?"

A silent groan escapes my lips when I see Zayn standing at the end of the row with a popcorn in hand. He walks over to me and sits down next to me. "Listen, if Harry told you"

"He didn't," He cuts me off. "I came here to watch a movie. I had no idea you were here. Do you mind if I sit here? I understand if you don't want me to."

I smile kindly, "No, it's fine. Just don't tell Harry. I barely met him, but he's a little too much. He thinks he should help me when I don't want anyone's help. It's too much."

Zayn smiles, "My lips are sealed."

*~*~*~*

"That movie was awesome!" Zayn laughs as we exit the theater. This guy ain't half bad. Not once did he question my past or support Harry. Maybe he doesn't know. Maybe he's just being nice. Wait, why am I worrying over this? He's the first guy that's ever been nice to me. Well, besides Liam. I appreciated the subtle gestures, but he just never stood up for me.

"I know, right?" I laugh. Even though, it's not a comedy, it's still hilarious. "Remember her face right before the killer slit her throat?" We laugh at her pure terror receiving odd looks from nearby people. "That was priceless."

"Yeah, but it wasn't as funny as-" Zayn is cut off by his vibrating phone. He slips out his phone and ignores the call. "That was Harry," He sighs and puts his phone back. "I don't think you'd like me talking to him now."

I smile at the boy, "Thank you. If Harry knew I was with you, he'd be saying he needs to help me. You're one of the few people that hasn't bothered me about that."

"What are friends for?" He shrugs. Friend? I've never had a 'friend' before. I'm not exactly sure what a 'friend' is. Everyone's always been mean to me. Never kind. "I mean, we are friends, right?"

I think about it and nod, "Yeah. I guess, we are."

*~*~*~*

Zayn's POV

Harry's been going about this all wrong. No one wants their past thrown in their face. Especially Dakota. She just wants a friend. I can see that. You don't need to overwhelm her. Just stand back a little and be there for her. Harry keeps saying he's not trying to get the girl, but the way he's acting says otherwise.

"Hey, do you want to go to McDonald's? I have some time to kill," I ask.

She shakes her head, "Nah. I have to go back to London and it's a couple hours drive. I should probably head out now. But you can give me your number and we can text."

I smile and we trade numbers. We wave goodbye as she hails a taxi. Guess I should be heading back to the guys now. I start walking to the hotel where paps are in the front. Shiz. Maybe I can go through the back...

"Zayn Malik!"

Too late. They swarm me while I attempt to make it to the door. Paparazzi have no conscience. People get in our face and bully our close friends. Especially girls. Dakota's a strong girl. She won't break under pressure. I don't get why people have to know everything we do the moment we do it. It's really rude.

"What was her name?!" Someone yells.

"You two dating?!"

"Were you two on a date?!"

"Zayn over here! Smile for the camera!"

I push through the doors and run into the elevator. I hope Dakota's fine with being on a magazine. It's one thing to be on a cover with Harry, but it's better with me. Harry's known to be a player. It's easier to pass off a girl as a friend with me than with Harry. If he really wants to help her, just let me do it.

Harry messes up girls a lot and I'm not letting it happen to Dakota.

Notes