*Taylor's POV*

Zayn and I had been getting on so well lately. I mean, we always did. But the past day or two had been especially fun. He finally sang to me, my favorite song. I repaid him by dancing around the room. The whole thing was more fun and giggly than it was sexy.

Now though, it must've been around 11:30 at night. Zayn and I were cuddled up on the couch, my head on his shoulder and both his arms wrapped around me while tears streamed down my cheeks. God, I must've seen The Notebook a million times, but it still made me cry. It was my all time favorite movie.

"Here the best part," I explained to him, wiping away my tears. "This is probably my favorite quote ever."

"Well that's what we do, we fight... You tell me when I'm being an arrogant son of a bitch and I tell you when you're being a pain in the ass. Which you are, 99% of the time. I'm not afraid to hurt your feelings. You have, like, a 2 second rebound rate, then you're back doing the next pain-in-the-ass thing." Noah shouted at her. I couldn't help myself as I let more tears fall.

"So what?" Allie taunted.

"So it's not gonna be easy. It's gonna be really hard. We're gonna have to work at this every day, but I want to do that because I want you. I want all of you, forever, you and me, every day." And a waterfall of tears.

"Shh." Zayn laughed, kissing the top of my head. "Girls are so damn emotional."

"Oh, shut up. Do you want to go get me something to drink?"

"What'll it be, babe?" He asked, removing me from my comfortable spot on his lap to just the cushion of the couch.

"Go see if they have one of those Fuze juices down in the lobby? Pretty please?"

He rolled his eyes, but obliged to the request and walked out the door. I'd noticed that Zayn and I had quite an interesting relationship. We were almost too comfortable with each other, if that made sense. In reality, we hadn't known each other that long, but I already knew so much about him. It scared me how much I loved everything he did.

He told me he loved me every day. I wondered if that was on purpose. It just wasn't fair, what he did to me. With every word he said, I felt absolutely invincible.

"Taylor, what the fuck is this!" I heard a slam- the noise of the door hitting the wall behind it.

"What!" I jumped up, my heartbeat suddenly twenty times faster, "What is what!" He stormed into the small area where the couch was located. He angrily threw a magazine on the glass table.

"Explain that." He growled at me, nodding to the glossy papers.

"What...?" I felt tears stinging my eyes, but so much differently than before. These weren't the this-movie-is-so-romantic tears. Oh, no. These were panicked what-happened-what-did-I-do tears.

You know the feeling when you're about to go on a roller coaster? The pure adrenaline of something unknown, unusual, but fast paced, and scary? That was the feeling in the pit of my stomach as my eyes met the cover, sending my heart beat racing again. Even if my mind hadn't registered yet, I knew a fight was about to break out.

My mom once told me that when I get into it with someone, my eyes flash. I noticed that same thing in Zayn when I took a couple glances between his face and the front page. It was a picture of me, just the other night, at the club with Gaby. I was leaned over the bouncer at the front door. The bold, big text read "One Direction bombshell caught cheating!" as if it were something to be excited over.

"You believe this shit!" I screamed, immediately hurt that he would think that without even confronting me first. My hands shaking so much with not only anger, but nerves and excitement at the currents of passion illuminating in the room. More tears threatened to fall as the magazine hit the floor.

"You have two seconds to explain, Taylor. Go." He ordered.

"Fuck that! You have two seconds to apologize!" I countered. No way in hell he was getting away with this.

"Apologize for what! Cheating on you? Oh, no, that was you that cheated on me!"

"I didn't cheat on you! I was just telling him to let us in even though we were underage! Stop making fucking accusations!"

"Look at the way you're leaning all over him! You're saying you wouldn't be pissed if some slut was on me like that?" He yelled loudly. My jaw fell open.

"Zayn Malik. Did you just call me a slut?"

"No, but I may as well! You did fuck one of my best friends."

"Are you kidding me? That was before we existed!"

His hands ran through his hair and stayed at the back of his head, and he let out an exasperated breath. "I'm sorry. I just, I can't lose you, Taylor, alright?"

"That won't happen, if you just calm the hell down." I promised him, walking a few steps closer.

We both were quiet after that. The storm had ended all of sudden, without warning. After we were calm, I sat beside him on the couch.

"We're going to be fine." I reminded him again.