Rebuilding Zerrie

Dance Studio

KLOE'S P.O.V.

We arrived at the hotel where 4/5 of One Direction was staying but, judging by the bags Zayn was getting from the back seat, it was now 5/5. He then explained to me that he was going to be staying at Niall's hotel room until the tour starts. Along with the busboy who was bringing up Zayn's stuff, we rode up the elevator to Zayn's new hotel room.

When we opened the door, we saw Niall sitting on a chair with his feet on the table, freestyling on his guitar. A huge grin stretched on his face when he saw us. He set the guitar aside and got Zayn's bags from the busboy. "Thanks, mate," he said before handing over a very generous tip.

Niall unzipped Zayn's bag and threw it across the room, allowing the clothes to spill all across their already messy hotel room. "So, you're finally settled," he said, smiling. "Any luck looking a Little Mix interview?" He asked Zayn but he didn't look expectant and that's how it was supposed to be.

You hope there would be good news. You hope there would be progress, even just a bit. You hope for a better day. You hope for happiness your entire life. You hope and you hope and you hope but never expect for all we get from expecting is disappointment.

Zayn shook his head. "Not anywhere near and not anytime before the tour starts," he sighed, flopping onto the bed and fishing out his phone. He fiddled with it a bit before saying, "They're spending their entire tour break rehearsing. Who does that? It's called a break for a reason." He showed Niall an Instagram picture of Little Mix at rehearsals.

"And I don't even know where they practice. I've tried looking everywhere for a location but I guess they kept that confidential." I walked closer to see the picture clearly. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I blinked hard just to reassure myself that what I was seeing was not a trick of the eye.

I widened my eyes at Zayn. "I know this place," I told him, "It's a dance studio about half an hour away from the hotel Little Mix is staying at." They both looked at me as if I were saying I saw a unicorn rollerblading as he pooped out rainbow-colored flowers. "I had tap classes there when I was little," I explained in a convincing tone. "It's a private studio but I already have my name registered in their records."

They just kept staring at me until I further elaborated what that meant. "Guys," I said to out it simply, "We can finally talk to Perrie."

***

There was a silence that covered the entire room. Personally, I didn't see the reason to be so pensive about this. If I were Zayn, I would've left to go to Perrie the moment I found out I could but I wasn't Zayn and he wasn't making any hasty decisions. He just stood there, looking at all the things lying on the ground and rubbing his eyebrow a little bit too hard.

Niall seemed to be deep in thought as well. Not as deep as Zayn's, but he was thinking, weighing down the pros and cons. To distract myself from the enveloping uneasiness, I opened Niall's laptop which was sitting on his desk. I needn't ask permission from him.

I went to the studio's website and logged in my account. There was a schedule for all the classes on the first floor and there was a list of all the people who reserved the private rooms on the second and until what time. Little Mix had room 3B every other day at 3 PM 'till 6 since last month. I called for Zayn and Niall to come see.

"So, do you wanna do this or not?" I asked him after he had read through it all. He briefly nodded and we sped right out the door. Harry's room was just a couple doors down. I was sure my banging of his door annoyed more than just him but I couldn't help it. I was so excited to finally get this over with. I continued to slam my fist even after the door opened, accidentally hitting the Harry's soft spot in between his rib cages.

It was hard to contain my giggles. It wasn't intentional to hurt him but I was glad I did. "Sorry I'm not sorry," I chuckled out.

"We have to go. Now," Zayn told Harry, sounding urgent. It was. Very. "We'll explain on the way. Somebody call Liam. It's something we have to do together."

***

It was exactly how I remembered it to be. Even the guard at the front entrance was the same from six years ago. "Hi, Mike!" I ran to him with my hands flailing around as I waved. He grinned when he saw me. "Kloe!" He sounded as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing. "It's been so long! You've grown so much!"

I blushed away before getting right to the point. "This is Zayn," I introduced him first because he was nearest. He was sweating like crazy. I was about to introduce the rest of them but Mike waved me off. "It's alright. I know them," he told me as he brought out a notepad. "Can you sign this for my daughter? All of you?"

"Can you let us in first?" Zayn asked, anxiety present in his voice. He wiped off the sweat on his hands against his jeans as he spoke.

Mike's face fell. "With all due respect, sir," he bowed his head low, ashamed to be breaking the news, "I won't be able to do that." The rest of the boys stirred as they shuffled towards us their questions and protests were just about the same amount of my questions while in math class with my mother and sisters, but Mike silenced them all so he could hear what I had to say.

"I have a record here," I told him truthfully, "Can't I let them in as my guests or something?" There were several agreements and praises but, in the end, it didn't even matter. Mike shut us up for a second time.

"The rules are," he said to me matter-of-factly, "If you are not a parent or legal guardian of a registered student or guest, you will not be allowed inside. Which means that you can go in but they cannot."

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I know this is über short, but I swear I'll make the next one longer. I SWEAR ON MY LIFE THAT THE NEXT PART WILL BE LONGER.