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

Chapter Thirty-One

I woke up countless times that night, screaming as Xavier's face invaded my dreams, haunting me. A few times, Zayn had come in, terrified by my sudden outbursts. I felt bad about waking everyone up and finally had just decided not to sleep. Instead, I stayed staring out my window at the traffic below. From what I saw, most of the crowd of girls had dispersed- of the girls that were remaining, more than half of them were asleep.

Even after the sun came up, the boys were still asleep (jet lag didn't help) and so I got up and took Zayn's phone. Vivian had been texting me updates, and suddenly I felt bad about giving her his number.

Scrolling down the messages as I sat on the couch in silence, I couldn't help but smile.

Brooke, he texted me. He just friggen texted me.

OMG, HE SENT ME A PICTURE!!!

Awhh, I think he fell asleep...

WAIT, HE'S BACK!

I shook my head, knowing how much squeeling had occured since I was gone.

The sound of knocking on the door snapped me out of my thoughts. I got up slowly and quietly walked over to the door. I looked through the peek hole and was met by a smile.

"Brooke, I know your there... Open the door..." Justin said.

I opened it for him and he laughed.

"Where are the boys?" he asked.

"Jet lag." I said simply.

He mouthed the word 'oh' and let himself in, automatically sitting on the couch. He grabbed the remote and turned on the t.v. I couldn't believe how he was acting.

"Well they better hurry up- I didn't walk all the way over here from down the hall for nothing."

I rolled my eyes and closed the door, only to go back into my room.

"Hey, where are you going?" he shouted after me.

I ignored him and closed my door.

I sat back down on the bed and stared at the floor. Even after I had left, he had stayed- I could hear the television from in my room. Reports about normal things like the weather and local events echoed throughout the hotel suite.

Before long, I heard the boys getting up.

"Hey Justin!" I heard Louis say as he walked down the hall.

"Oh. Hey Louis." he replied. "What's up with little miss grouchy over there?"

"I am not grouchy!" I shouted.

I was rewarded for my ignorance by a few laughs from in the living room. I laid down on the bed and buried my face into my pillow. Then I heard my door open, followed by footsteps and my bed adjusting to someone else sitting on it.

"Go away." I said, my voice muffled by the fluff of the pillow.

"What did I do?" Zayn said innocently.

I sat up and looked at him, surprised as I had expected someone like Justin. He was wearing a baby blue hoodie and some nerdy glasses.

"Oh, you know, just wore an outfit that made me look horrible in comparison."

"You look fine." he said.

"I look like I just rolled out of bed. Which, technically, I did." I said plainly.

"Well you look beautiful." he said.

I looked down at the floor. Why do you lie to me? I'm not beautiful.