Pick The One... (COMPLETED)

Chapter 9 - Late Night Thoughts

Chapter 9 - Late Night Thoughts

Rosie’s P.O.V.

“Ouch! Louis, be careful!” I whined, rubbing my arm.

“I-I’m sorry, Rosie…” he said, looking down.

Ok, so squeezing 6 people on a 4-person backseat is NOT a good idea. Especially when none of them can stand still more that 5 seconds. Louis, for example, was trying to make us laugh by saying a joke and he hit my arm. And it hurt. Thanks, Louis, love, Rosie.

Well, at least, it was much better than sitting on that plane. The things had been so awkward; Louis and Harry had been changing weird looks, Niall had been staring at me (and it had been a really creepy feeling, feeling his burning gaze on me…), Zayn had been staring at everyone (creepy, again) and Liam, well Liam hadn’t done anything, just texting Danielle. And Sam says I’m a horrible match-maker… These boys are quite creepy, huh?

No, but really, what’s wrong with them? I felt like they were suddenly very uncomfortable around me… Did they have a problem with me? I need to ask them really soon, because I’m about to spend a lot of time with them and I want to make the best of it, I thought.

“Hey guys, wanna have a snack?” Liam asked.

“I don’t know, Lee, it’s 8 p.m. and I’ll get fat...” I said and all the boys gave me weird looks. “I’m just kidding, let’s stop by at McDonald’s and buy all the food!”

“And that’s why we love you,” said Niall, putting his arm around my shoulders.

“I love you, too, boys. Group hug!” I laughed and all the boys joined in a bear hug, though it turned out into a ‘we’re-too-many-people-in-this-car-so-let’s-pretend-we-are-hugging-to-hide-the-fact-that-we-are-squeezed-here’.

“Sorry, guys, I don’t want to break the good atmosphere, but we are followed by paps and we can’t stop for a snack. Not even McDrive, Rosie. Straight to the hotel, and then you can experience the magic of room service.” Joe, my bodyguard, said. I pouted, but I didn’t argue, neither did the boys.

“Hey, wanna go to Starbucks after we unpack and settle ourselves down in our rooms?” Zayn whispered, making sure no one heard. I nodded quickly, already feeling excited to feel the sweet, amazing taste of the reduced caffeine in my Coffee Light playing with my taste buds and going down my throat. I masked my excitement with a sweet smile for the tanned boy in my left and started to think of a faster way of unpacking all my thousands suitcases…

*Knock-knock*

I straightened my plain tee and took my jacket from the hanger and headed towards the door. Zayn was waiting there piteously, with his arms in his pockets. I surprised him by embracing him in a quick hug and a simple peck on his right, fresh-shaved check.

“Hello to you, too,” he smiled. “Are you ready?” I grabbed my bag from a chair next to me and laughed a “yes”. He backed a bit, allowing me to lock my room’s door. As soon as I was ready to go, he gave me his arm and lead me to the elevator and then outside the hotel.

“Zayn, where are we going?” I asked a bit confused.

“Don’t worry, I googled the nearest Starbucks coffee shop from here and it’s just a five minute walk from here. I decided to follow his words and went hand–in-hand with Zayn away from the small, but luxurious hotel we were going to stay in for the following at least 4 months and head to the coffee shop.

On our way there, Zayn and I exchanged silly stories about our past and told each other about us. I was glad to hear about his little sister, it seemed a lovely girl (just like his other sisters) and I think she is very lucky to have a brother like Zayn, not only because he’s Zayn Malik, but because he would do anything to protect his family and especially this little bundle of joy, according to him. I also told him about Amy, about my life back home and about our funny adventures whenever we were at our Aunt Jamie’s house. I felt so comfortable around Zayn and I was glad I had someone to share anything with while I was spending my time in New York City. He is a good listener and an amazing friend.