Chapter 17

I spent pretty much the entire day walking through random clothing stores, trying to keep myself busy when really I was just attempting to spend as much of the day out of the hotel and away Harry as possible.

What really bothered me was the fact that he had the nerve to talk to me like that, and treat me like a pile of shit in front of everyone.

I was looking through a rack of dresses when a flash of light caught my eye. I looked up and saw the rows and rows of fans and paparazzi lined in front of the glass doors of the building. I let out a sigh and put all the stuff I had in my hands back, pushing through the emergency exit in the back of the store. The sketchy looking alley that led a straight line back to the hotel, looking in the windows of the old, abandon shops.

I hate looking at things like this for one reason and one reason only; it shows all good things come to an end. Wether it’s life, careers, or relationships, they all end in some way, shape, or form.

Take twinkies.

All through America, every place we have been there is at least one person talking about Hostiss crumbling into nothing. They were wickedly popular, the boxes were flying off the shelves, then one day, they were gone.

Sometimes, I worry that soon, those boxes will be my movies, my ad campaigns, everything, just perishing. I guess not everything ends like that, hence the married couples and company’s like Sprite and shit, but it takes a lot to make a relationship or business blossom and stay that way forever.

People break up over the dumbest things nowadays, especially when they’re in the spotlight, like Niall and Kaylee. They’ve broken up, yet always found their way back into each others arms. That’s the kind of couple that will be together forever, even with their ups and downs. They were practically made for each other, the geeky smile he puts on whenever someone says her name or interviewers ask about who’s in a relationship, his screensaver, the ‘hey babe’ and ‘I love you’ on the phone, he just brightens up dramatically when someone says or dies something that reminds him of her.

That’s the kind of relationship I want to have with Zayn.

The problem is you can’t force your boyfriend or girlfriend to send you a cookie bouquet, or roses, that’s their choice.

I bit my lip as I stepped through the door to the kitchen, slipping past the men and women who glumly shuffled around the kitchen, yelling out orders. I walked to the main lobby and made it to the elevator, pushing the button that read my floor number and crossed my arms, chewing absentmindedly on my thumbnail as I waited for it to start, tapping my foot as I felt the box fly up the shaft that led it up and down. It stopped abruptly, making my stomach flip, and the door slid open.

My room was right across from the elevator, so it took less than three steps to reach my destination. I swiped my key through the slit and the red light turned bright green, giving me the okay to go in.

Instantly, the scent of bubble bath and the fancy hotel candles I loved filled my nose as I closed the heavy door behind me, looking around and finding Zayn sitting on the edge of the tub, pouring a bunch of bubbles in the steaming water, the dim light illuminating from the candles and his soft humming making it easy for me to walk in without him hearing.

I dropped my one bag on the bed and stepped onto the tile floor in my now bare feet, smiling as Zayn looked up at me, ”Hey…” he whispered, standing up and walking over to where I was standing in the doorway.

His arms snaked around my waist and his fingers found the hem of my Tshirt, pulling it up halfway and kissing the tip of my nose, staring down into my eyes.

His big brown eyes spoke wonders to me, like he was explaining his every reason for doing this for me; everything from ‘I’m sorry’ to ‘I love you’.

I kissed his lips gently and pulled my shirt off, stripping down to nothing and poking his chest, “Care to join me?” I asked with a small smile, him smiling back and pulling his shirt off, until he was nude, just like me.

Zayn took my hands in his and pulled me over to the tub, climbing in and sitting down, me getting in and sitting between his legs, the bubbles covering us in the warm water as I laid my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes, the soothing water and scents working wonders on the stress that had been brought on me.

I felt his hands on my back and my lower stomach, “So where did you go?” he asked no louder than a whisper, his accent soothingly calm and laid back, just trying to make small conversation.

“I just went to some shops, then the paparazzi found me so I came back.” I answered quietly, smiling as his arms wrapped around me completely and he hugged me tight.

My fingers ran lightly up and down his forearm, pulling his hand up and kissing the back of it, sinking deeper into the water, “I’m sorry for just leaving like that, I know you wanted to make plans today."

"Don’t worry about it, Harry’s a douche, let’s just focus on right now…" he breathed, kissing the bridge of my temple and resting his elbows on the sides of the jacuzzi tub.

I looked up at him then nodded, my lips finding his briefly, as I felt my entire body literally melt into his.

Long story short, it was the perfect ending to what I had made out to be my fairytale, after this perfect night, it was back to business and trying to work out a long distance relationship.