He couldn't look you in the eye; you were sure now. It had happened too often for it to be just a trick your mind was playing to you.

Ever since you took a time to realize how much you couldn't stop thinking about eachother, and actually talk it through, things have gone south.

The management fell on your shoulders. You should've seen it coming. In the world you both lived in—the world of fame, music and public appearances—it was obvious that your image and success was more important than an attraction.

Yet to Zayn, that attraction lasted too long for him to call it just a mere crush. That word alone made it seem like what he felt for you was a high school passion, when in reality, that love pulled at his heart, made it beat faster and held onto him like it was a part him.

He had tried everything and anything. He spoke to the team, he vented to Niall after a lot of begging, he asked the boys for help, but it was useless.

You were both forced to bury your feelings into a coffin and never open it again.

During the meetings he wouldn't even look at you. And it was getting on your nerves; you couldn't stop yourself from confronting him in the hallway.

Zayn spun around when you asked him what was the reasoning behind the cold shoulder. He approached you, fixing the sleeve of his black shirt, glancing around quickly to make sure no one was there to listen.

"I think you know what my reasoning is, {{user}}," Zayn muttered, his jaw tightening so harshly you could almost hear it.