Come Back (a Zerrie fanfiction)

Chapter 10: Apology Not Accepted

"Pull over that hotel, please." Zayn softly demanded to the driver.

After stepping out of the cab and paying the driver, Zayn bolted inside the hotel, pushing the glass doors and making his way to the receptionist. The same lady he saw yesterday. Duh.

"Oh, Zayn! Good to see you again!" the receptionist, Anabelle greeted him warmly.

Zayn smiled back, "Uh, yeah. Good to see you, too. Er...have the girls arrived yet or did they just arrive?" he asked politely. At least Anabelle was not fangirling. Oh, what is he saying? The woman could be in her late 20's and may have a boyfriend or a family! Why else would she fangirl?

"Well, actually, they haven't arrived yet! Why? Is it something related to one of them, what was her name again, Perrie?" Anabelle replied, her azure eyes twinkling in curiosity.

Zayn sighed. Well, at least he could have someone to confide into while the girls weren't there yet. Besides, Anabelle looked wise and friendly.

"Yeah. It's all because of this thing I did," he looked down at the ground.

"I see. It's the whole 'Zourtney' affair, isn't it? I actually caught a glimpse of you being carried away by the two One Direction lads yesterday. Have you injured your leg?" Anabelle asked worriedly, like a mother to a child.

Zayn felt a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. This woman was a mother, no doubt. "Nah, it's just that I had no...energy to stand up yesterday after being on the floor for so long. Did anyone hear us?" Zayn was positive the whole screaming and crying were really audible.

To his surprise, the kind receptionist chuckled, "Good heavens, no! You two weren't that loud to disturb the sleeping people yesterday! Even if they did, they weren't ticked off by it. They found the cries very dramatic. They even asked me if something happened yesterday."

Zayn blushed at the thought. People thinking that the fight was like some dramatic movie? Okay...That could work.

"Anyway," Zayn changed the subject, "I'll be waiting in their floor. Can you tell me what floor they are on again?"

"Why, on the fifth floor! Perrie's in Room 107, just a tip." Anabelle gave Zayn a friendly wink.

"Thanks, Anabelle," Zayn's going to be honest. He likes this woman. No, not as in he's attracted to her, but the fact that she was talking to him like he was a friend of hers made Zayn think that she was a friendly lady.

"Blimey, only my family call me Anabelle! Call me Anne," Anabelle snorted. Okay, maybe she wasn't such a gentle lady he thought she was. She could be a fierce woman or something.

"Noted. Thanks Anne!" Zayn said aloud as he walked away from her and to the elevator. Fifth floor, Room 107, huh? Why does 107 feel so...important for him?

Oh, wait. 107 sounded like ten July. Oh, well isn't this a coincidence? Her room number is her birthday.

Zayn sighed as he stepped out of the elevator doors. Why does everything seem to remind him of her? First was the food he ate with the boys. Just the sight of food reminded him of Perrie being happy when a plate is set in front of her.

And before he left, he saw Niall and Liam on the couch, cuddling as they were watching some movie. Niall's head was on Liam's chest, his arms around his chest, his legs placed on the armrest. Liam had his head buried in Niall's fluffy blonde hair and his hands on the Irishman's sides. When Zayn looked at them, they reminded him so much of him and Perrie.

And since Niall was blonde, he really did look like Perrie, and Zayn had to stop staring at them.

Liam and Niall didn't even look up at him when he said he was going somewhere. Zayn will be honest, he was jealous of those two. How can they just be so perfect without them trying?