Hidden (UN-EDITED; on hiatus indefinitely, sorry)

Chapter Twentey-Four

"Brooke..."

I opened my eyes to see Zayn standing next to the bed.

"Hey." he said.

"Hi." I said as I sat up.

"Zayn... what time is it?"

"Uhhh... about nine I think..."

"WHAT?!?!?!"

"Huh?"

"ZAYN, WE'RE LATE!!!"

"Brooke, stop screaming and I'll explain."

"Alright..."

He sat down next to me.

"Harry got sick... so we postponed the concert."

"Oh..." I felt my cheeks flush a bright shade of red.

"Yeah, so try not to scream."

I heard coughing from who I assumed was Harry.

"How bad is he?"

"Well... it seems like it might just be a bad cold or something, but we don't want to take any chances, you know?"

I nodded.

"Zayn." Liam said as he opened the door.

"Oh... Brooke... hi."

I waved.

"Oh, Zayn... some girl is asking to see Brooke... how she knows she is here, I have no idea, but..."

I smiled.

"Is she that girl from the concert?"

He blinked.

"Which one. Brooke, there were thousands."

"Oh yeah... the one who hit her head."

"Uhh... I think so actually."

I smiled.

"Yeah Liam, I'll meet her down there. She'll scream if she sees all of you guys."

He laughed.

"Good thinking."

 "Just give me a minute to get ready!" I said as he walked out. I threw my head back.

"God, I'm still tired."

Zayn laughed at me.

"Welcome to my world."

I rolled my eyes as I stepped out of the covers and onto the cold floor.

"I'm going to check on Harry." Zayn said as he walked out.

"Alright!" I said. I looked around for some clothes. Finally, I spotted the outfit folded on the ground. I put it on. It was a floral tanktop, a simple grey cardigan, some shorts, grey ballet flats, a peach colored rose ring, and a pink beaded bowtie necklace.

I walked out into the hall, then into the bathroom. I grabbed my toothbrush and brushed as fast as I could. Then, I looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was an absolute mess... If I didn't know any better, I would have thought I had an afro. Okay, that was an exaggeration but still.

I grabbed a brush and wrenched it through my hair, then regretting it because all I accomplished was yanking my head to the side. I brushed it slowly, and finally got all of the tangles out. I ran out of the bathroom and ran right into Niall, spilling the soup he was bringing to Harry all over his shirt.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry Niall."

"Oh, no, it's fine." he said, bending down to pick up the bowl. I ran into the kitchen and grabbed him some napkins, then ran ran back and gave them to him.