I Won't Mind // z.m.

iv. but i gotta tell you

I'm not allowed to talk about it but I gotta tell you...

"Stay away from him," Perrie sneered. "I see right through your little façade. Zayn doesn't want you, he's engaged to me for a reason."

"I don't like Zayn," she stated gently, though it was a lie.

"Yes you do. I can tell. Just by the way you look at him; your eyes light up and stuff. I don't like you looking at my fiancé like that."

Instead of responding harshly like she intended, she stuck with, "I don't like Zayn."

"Just tell the bloody truth, c'mon! Spit it out!"

"Fine! I like Zayn! I love Zayn. I don't know why, and I try not to but I can't help it. Maybe it's because we have nothing in common, but we complete each other, maybe it's because we started out as friends in nappies. Maybe it's because I know so much more about him than you. Who knows?"

"See, I told you!" Perrie yelled, glancing behind the confused girl behind her. She turned and store in shock at Zayn who had his mouth agape.

"Is that true?" He asked, taking slow steps forward.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry," she cried, rushing out the room as fast as she could.