Married By Mistake (Louis Tomlinson Fanfiction)

Finding Answers Part 2

Zayn cursed under his breath, and I rolled my eyes.

When he continued to grumble quietly to himself, I stopped dead, making him run right in to me.

"Oi, what the fuck are you doing?" he snapped.

I glared at him. "Will you stop whining? It's not like I wanted to be partnered with you."

"I'm not whining," he hissed.

"Oh really? Because I think that grumbling under your breath about how much you hate this categorizes as whining."

"God, why are you so fucking annoying?"

"I don't know, why are you such a fucking dick?" I cried.

We glared at each other.

The first one to turn away would be the loser.

"Um, excuse me, is there a problem here?" A voice asked to my left.

I continued to glare at him, but after a moment, I snapped my attention towards the bellboy next to me.

"No, we're fine." I gritted out, before grabbing Zayn's hand and pulling him towards the reception area.

"Don't touch me you little tramp!" he yelled, once we'd reached a safe distance.

"If I didn't touch you and drag you along you'd just stand there like a dimwit staring at the bellboy." I hissed.

I walked faster towards the reception's desk.

"Fucking bitch." I heard him whisper under his breath.

I was ready to kill something.

Or someone,

Who had a funky yellow stripe in his hair, making him look more like a skunk than a human.

"Hello, how may I help you?" the receptionist asked kindly.

"I checked in last night, and need to know if I talked to anyone last night." I grumbled, as I tried to control my anger.

The girl flinched away from my intimidating aura. "Um, sure. What's you're name again?"

"Iris Jennings."

She typed my name into the computer and waited. "U-Um, I'm sorry, but we don't seem to have your name in our data base." She stuttered.

I glared at her, and she shrugged away.

"Perhaps, you should try 'Zayn Malik'," the pompous ass's voice called from behind me.

He leaned on the counter suavely, and elegantly pushed me out of the way.

He winked at the receptionist, who immediately turned a bright pink.

"U-Um, y-yes," she stumbled, and quickly typed his name in.

"Th-there was an 'Iris Malik' who checked in last night," she said with a smile.

Zayn turned up his charisma, and shot her a charming smile.

"That's great," he looked at her nametag, "Katharine, mind telling me what room she were in? And what she might have done last night?"

"I-It's classified, I can't tell anyone else other than the customer." She said with a sad face.

Zayn frowned, and shrugged. "That's a pity, if I knew what had happened, maybe I could find my phone again, and then I could get your number," he said with a sigh, before he started to turn away.

I rolled my eyes. There's no way she's gonna fall for that-

"Wait!" Katharine cried, "I-I'll see what I can do!"