Please Don't Go, Please Don't Leave Me ☮ z.m.

Chapter 3

Scarlett's POV

"What are you doing?" my best friend, Sabina, asked me. 

"What does it look like I'm doing?" I asked, sarcasm hinting in my voice. 

I took the straightener in my hands and when I was about to start working on my hair she grabbed it out of my palm.

"What the hell?" I asked annoyed, while she just stuck her tongue out at me.

"Leave it curly!" she commanded and I snorted.

"That's not going to happen and you know it!" I exclaimed.

"Are you sure about that? Because it's not like you can do much if I take the straightener and don't give it back" she said with a shrug.

"You. Are. Evil." I said, faking horror and after a moment we both started laughing.

We spend the whole afternoon freaking out about hanging out with One Direction tonight.

 I received a text from Zayn, giving me instructions to the hotel they were staying at.

Supposedly we had to go through the back door, where Paul was going to be waiting for us to take us to the boys. 

There was a small problem though, how the hell was he supposed to know who we were? It's not like we can say "hey! the guys are waiting for us" and he'll just believe us. I had to come up with a good plan to infiltrate the building... wow, that totally sounded like a spy operation. 

Two hours later we were both getting out of the taxi we  had taken to the hotel, apparently the driver didn't have trouble finding it since a lot of other girls had requested this same location. I paid him in cash and turned around. 

Holy mother of God.... there was a mob of maybe two hundred screaming fans in front of the hotel One Direction was staying at.

I took my phone out and texted Zayn, "We are here- Scarlett xx"

I got a reply in less then thirty seconds, "Paul is waiting for you in the back, see you in a bit ;) -Zayn xx"

"What do we do?" Sabina asked me.

I turned to face her and I saw worry and a bit of excitement in her blue eyes.

"To the back!" I yelled in a bad imation of my favorite pirate, Jack Sparrow. My best friend rolled her eyes at me but still followed suit.

As we went around the building I spotted maybe twenty girls trying to gain access through the back door but Paul was blocking the way in.

"Let's try this the obvious way first" I said out loud. Sabina looked at me, with doubt in her eyes and I shrugged, I had to try.

"Paul!" I yelled and I saw him turn to face us (we were in the back of the other fan girls).

"The guys.... Zayn is waiting for both of us" I said pointing at my friend and myself. For a moment he seemed like he was going to believe us but then he shook his head. 

"He told me his friend had straight hair, not curly" he said before he got hit by a water bottle on the head. That seemed to tick him off and he made eye contact with each girl, letting whoever threw it know, that it was out of line. Angry Paul = Scary Paul.

"It didn't work" Sabina groaned.

"Fear not, my loyal friend, I had foreseen this sad event... I have yet another plan!" I announced and I heard her chuckle at my tone of voice.

"Great! Let's hear it" she said excited.

"Well... the details are a little vague but if you are strong willed like me, we shall succeed".

"What do you mean by a little vague?" she asked suspiciously.

"You know... I have no idea how we are going to get inside but I'll improvise" I confessed.

"Oh no" she groaned.

"Oh yes" I said with a mischievous smile on my lips.

Ten minutes later, I had come up with something; Sabina didn't like it, but she didn't have a choice.

"I'm so sorry Paul, she made me" Sabina was whispering to herself. I rolled my eyes at her and recalled the plan in my brain. It was simple and it should work.

"Do I do it now?" Sabina asked me. I shook my head.

I texted Zayn again, "What floor and room are you in? -Scarlett"

"Floor 6, Room 317. Paul knows this, so why are you asking? -Zayn"

"Don't worry about it ;) -Scarlett"

"Is everything alright? You should have been here by now... -Zayn"

"Everything is great! There was a slight misunderstanding, but I'll be there in about five minutes :) -Scarlett"

"Can't wait to see you ;)- Zayn"

"Same here <3 -Scarlett"

"Can you stop smiling like an idiot? I'm growing more nervous by the second, let's do it before I back out" Sabina urged.

"Fine! Just do it!" I said, exasperated.

She gave me a glare and took a deep breath, "I'm sorry Paul".

That was all she said before she threw two half opened water bottles at Paul. As the plastic bottles hit him, the lids flew and water splashed all over his face and clothes, that slight moment when he stood there in shock was when I grabbed Sabina's hand and dashed through the fans, and past Paul, who realized what had happened and closed the door after he got inside, and giving us chase.

"Oh my God he looks pissed, he's going to get us and eat us alive!" Sabina was freaking out, and I didn't blame her, he looked royally angry. I feared that if he caught us, we would be thrown in a dungeon.... I wonder if there are dungeons somewhere in this country? hmm... Not the point, damn, I get distracted easily.

Both me and my best friend ran like maniacs across the lobby and as we got to the elevators, the doors of one closed before us, shit. I pressed the button again, but I saw Paul was catching up to us so I grabbed Sabina's arm and hauled her away, towards the stairs. Once in there we climbed them two by two, Paul getting closer every second. "I'm so going to regret this..."

I took the last water bottle I had on my bag, opened it and threw it at Paul then I ran faster. When I saw the number six I opened the doors and found myself in a hallway. 

"Right, they are in room 317" I said out loud. We both ran down the corridor, looking at the numbers when we heard a loud bang of a door closing. We looked back and saw Paul, and at the same time he spotted us, and ran in our direction.

Holy shit!

"Hurry up!" I yelled at my friend as we ran, reading the numbers in the doors as we passed them, 315, 316 and.. "Here" I said as I stopped and banged at the door repeatedly and desperately.

"Coming!" I heard Zayn yell and before I had time to feel relief, I felt a huge wet hand grab my arm.

"Gotcha" Paul said, in a very scary voice, while he looked down at me like I was an insect he wanted to squash.

And door number 317 creaked open.