Finding Me (Sequel to Ava,The World, and Niall Horan)

28: It Was One of Those

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“I know you’re there you insolent bastard!” I shouted through the door.

Zayn came out with a towel around his waist and wet hair to match the towel.

“Ava...” he said with a worried look. He seemed fidgety and quickly looked behind him worried.

That only made me worried.

I pushed passed him which made his towel fall, causing Harry to erupt in laughter from the sofa by the door behind a mini table for room service. I ignored the junk that was no longer in his trunk and walked into the small hotel room.

I expected Zayn’s nervous look to mean that Niall was also in the room but instead it was just Zayn and Harry.

“Where the fuck is Niall?” I asked them both with a serious look.

“Niall?” asked Zayn defensively for some reason, “You’re mad at him when he should be mad at you?”

I knew he was right, but so was I.

At least I think I was...

“He isn’t mad at me?” I asked him confused, “Why isn’t he mad at me?”

“He’s worried about you!” said Zayn annoyed with me, “He think that he’s the reason you never told him about what happened! He thinks that he did something wrong to make you think that he didn’t care and he’s been bawling his out like a love-sick bastard and you aren’t doing anything! You didn’t call him to explain everything; all we knew was that-”

“Zayn, calm down. We shouldn’t blow this bigger than what it is,” tried Harry. “Why don’t we just take you to Niall?”

I nodded my head as if I was a five year old who got stuck at a supermarket and needed to go the registers to ask them to call through the intercom for their mother.

“All we know about this was what you said in that stupid fucking commercial," explained Zayn, "  'I didn't have anyone to trust with a secret like this. I honestly felt like killing myself.' He thought he was to blame. Why didn't you trust him? You two have been together through thick and thin.”

I recalled that shooting. That wasn't while in London; that was the first time I ever went through it all.

"oh God," I muttered, "this had nothing to do with him!"

"Telling your boyfriend that you had an eating disorder isn't any of his business?" scoffed Zayn, "It so is."

"I mean the reason why it happened!" I said back to him with a fake scoff at the end.

"Just take me to him." I told Harry. He just took my hand sympathetically and lead ke out of the hotel room.

We were going down the halls and that was when I thanked him.

"Thanks for defending me back there with Zayn. He was really mad."

"Oh no, that was staged,"  said Harry casually. I gave him a confused look and he elaborated, "good cop, bad cop. El called to tell us an enraged Ava was coming to cuss out a certain blond band member of 1D. We took a wild guess.

“I bet you did,” I muttered sarcastically. “Now,” I said, “Where are we going?”

“Niall’s down at the bar.Again.” Informed Harry.

I suddenly got a sense of deja vu but don’t know why.

“Has he to the bars a lot?” I asked him worried. Drunk Niall isn’t always a pretty Niall. He can be a bit unpredictable when he’s drunk. He’s not violent but he’s... a handful.