Zayn's P.O.V.
As we arrived,there were seats and a plastic table with 3 card board boxes. Those were the books we had to give to the little ones. I sat at my seat bored out of my mind I had the urgue to use my phone but, that would seem rude. I snapped out of my thoughts, when a little three year old: Jet black hair and hazel eyes- started crying because I didn't sign her book. "Hey don't cry!" I signed it and kissed her head. Her mother smiled warmly at me, I gave her a fake smile, Louis kicked me from under the table, as this blond girl with black streaks, hazel eyes. "Hello, love." Louis gave her a toothy grin. "Hello, Louis." She handed her book to him, smiling at him, a red flush creeping up on her. I realized he wrote his number on the book. This is about the 7th time he's done that to a fan. To bad management, always kept a certain distances for the girls. No public kissing, No posting it online, blah, blah. It gave me paranoia sometimes. I groaned inwardly as I saw another lady with a baby at her hip as she entered. I love kids, but today wasn't exactly my day. "Hi there Zayn!" The mom seemed more of a fan than the baby. "Can you sign her book?" She asked. "Oh, uh yeah..." I said awkwardly, as I signed her book giving it back to her, she walked away and I got a migraine headache. God. "Harry call Paul. Now." I tapped on my foot impatiently. "Alright." Hs rose from his seat and walked away, trying to find Paul. I had to leave this, fucking stuffy room. To many giggles and squeals. Don't get me wrong I love fans it's just, sometimes these headaches get to me. "Zayn." Paul called me over, Harry sat and gave me a small smile. I stood and walked over feeling slightly, dizzy and queasy. "What's wrong?" He asked. "Migraine headache."I groaned and walked past him, running down the narrow hotel, hallways. I found the restroom and went into a stall, I leaned my hand against the wall, I leaned over the toilet seat and threw up all my breakfast and snack. God. I was getting sick.
I walked into the bus and, realizing the lady I seen with the baby on her hip, was a teenage mom. Sometimes, love has consequences. Really harsh ones though. But those were the rules of love.
