Ireland

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Bella's POV
I dropped my bags in the corner and plopped on the bed. "Ireland is already exhausting" I sighed.

"It's jet lag" Zayn chuckled. "And you have five hours before we leave for Niall's moms house so we can sleep before we go" he explained.

I smiled tiredly. Zayn pulled off his shirt and tossed it on the bed. He then undid his jeans and slid under the covers.

I stood up and slid off my pants. I pulled up my shirt and grabbed Zayn's shirt and put it on. I slid under the covers as well and snuggled up next to him.

He set an alarm on his phone the wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me closer. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.

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"Zayn wake up" I shook him. He groaned and pulled the blanket over his face.

"Zayn" I whined and shook him more. He sighed and took off the blanket. "What time is it" he asked with a raspy tone.

"5:38 and we leave to Niall's moms house at 6:30" I explained.

He groaned and got up. I stood up as well and walked over to my suitcase. "I don't know what to wear" I sighed.

"Nothing" Zayn winked.

I rolled my eyes and went though my clothes. "Is it cold out?" I asked.

"Yeah a little" he replied.

I nodded and finally found something to wear. I grabbed the jeans and black long sleeve and a leather jacket.

I grabbed undergarments and zipped up my suitcase. "How long are we in Ireland?" I asked.

I began changing. "I think a few days, Niall's brother is getting married" he answered.

I dropped my jaw "we're going to a wedding". I pulled on my jeans.

"Yeah what's wrong?" He questioned.

"Nothing I just wasn't expecting all of this I'm glad I have a dress" I said making him laugh.

"I love weddings though" I added.

"Me too" he smiled.

"And when the bride walks in everyone looks at the bride-" "but I look at the groom" he finished for me.

I looked at him with a smile "how did you know?".

"Cause I do that"

My eyes lit up. "I like to see his expression of seeing his soon to be wife".

"Yeah I just look to see the poor bastard regret his whole life" he said.

I rolled my eyes and finished changing. "I wrote a song" he said suddenly.

"You did?" I looked up at him.

"Mhm"

I sat on the bed next to him. "What's it called" I asked.

"It's you" he looked at me.

"Can I hear it?" I grabbed his hand and placed it on my lap to play with his fingers.

He shook his head "never".

I smacked my lips "please?".

"Nope not a chance"

I sighed "fine come on the boys are waiting on us".

He gently pulled me in by my waist and gave me a kiss "ok let's go".

I laughed and we walked out to meet the boys in the living room.

I saw Niall very fidgety and anxious "ready?" He asked.

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