Worth The Wait (A One Direction Fan Fiction)

Chapter 5

"This place is awesome!" Niall tilts his head back to gaze up at the high ceiling of the ski lodge resort.

"I'll go see where we can rent gear." Zayn strolls over to the front desk.

"You boys ready for this?" I bounce on my toes, excitedly.

Harry walks over to me, and places his arm over my shoulder. "You mean, are you ready? I already know how to ski. I doubt you know how to."

I shrug his arm off of me. "Pssh! I can ski."

"You've been before?" Liam looks down at me, surprise clearly written on his face.

What is with these boys? Do they honestly think I've never been skiing before? Well, technically, they are right. The only time I've been skiing is on our Wii, but I'm not going to tell them that. If they know that I can't ski than I will never hear the end of it. I'll just pretend like I can, and if I'm as terrible as I know I will be, I tell them that I am a little rusty.

"Hey, guys." Zayn walks back over to us. "We are in the wrong spot. This is where you can check into rooms or cabins. We have to walk down that hallway." Zayn points to a long hallway. "And, walk out the door, and there will be signs to help us out."

"Onward peasants!" I point at the hallway on our right.

"Who are you calling peasants?" Harry glares at me, attempting to give me attitude.

Liam grabs my hand, and begins to pull me down the hallway. "Can I be a prince instead of being a peasant?"

"I guess so. Every princess needs a prince." I grin, looking him over. "I suppose you will do."

Liam's mouth drops. "You suppose?"

I nod my head, walking ahead of the boys to catch up with Zayn. "How's it going, Blondie?"

Zayn frowns at me. "Why are you calling me Blondie? Shouldn't that be Nialler?" He glances over his shoulder at the blonde, little leprechaun behind us.

"Yeah, but you have that nice little blonde streak in your four inch quiff." I point out, giggling.

"It's not four inches." Zayn covers his quiff with his hands.

"You're right. It's five." I laugh, pushing the door open at the end of the hallway. I jump back when a freezing cold gust of wind hits me in the face. "It's cold!" I run back into the hallway, and straight into Liam's arms.

Liam chuckles, and doesn't hug me back. What is he doing? He should hug me and keep me warm.

"Why aren't you hugging me back?" I pout, pulling back to see his face.

Liam smirks down at me. "I'm sorry, but you said you supposed I would do as your prince."

"Did I say that?" I laugh, nervously. "I was just kidding. You are the greatest prince in the history of princes. You deserve to be the king because you are the most perfect prince."

Liam's lips tug up in a smile. "I suppose that deserves a hug." He mocks me as he wraps his arms around me.

"C'mon guys." Harry whines, holding the door open for us. "I want to go skiing."

Liam drops one of his hands from my waist, and keeps the other one around my waist. He leads me out into the cold weather outside. I bury myself deeper in Liam's side in hope to stay warmer. Zayn and Niall walk ahead of us, heading over to a large building about thirty feet away. People in snow suits are walking around the area, chatting amongst themselves. A few smaller buildings are dispersed around us that have people coming in and out of them. Our footprints leave imprints in the snow as we continue to walk to the building.