Rebuilding Zerrie

Dirty Dancing

ZAYN'S P.O.V.

When we reached the peak of the mountain, I was exhausted. Sweaty, palpitating and my heart felt like it was going to pop. But once I saw it, I knew it was all worth it. I realized why she had to wake us up so early and why she wanted to take us here. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" She said and we needn't reply.

The general splendor was breathtaking. Everything about it. The sunrise, just peaking out from afar. The trees, waiting to catch us if we fall. The flock of birds, flapping their wings from overhead. The people I was with who have been with me through thick and thin. I finally knew why she took us out.

"We needed a break," she told us, reading my mind as she sat on a rock and grabbed a bottle of water from her shoulder bag. "A break from the interviews and the Perrie stuff and the drama. We needed to get away." She passed the bottle to all of us and we each drank only a little as to ration for the rest.

It wasn't long after the bottle was finished that the girl was urging us to leave already. "Can we stay a little longer?" Niall asked, not taking his eyes off the view, but she insisted we get going. She must've had something planned already.

We had breakfast at iHop and proceeded to the theatre shows. "Have you guys ever watched Dirty Dancing live?" She asked us while we were at the pay booth. I shook my head. "It sucks. Only an idiot would pay for it." The cashier handed her the tickets. "Which is why I'm not," the girl girl said, giving us each a ticket. "The theatre shows here aren't even close to the ones in New York, but they do have one thing in common."

We padded to the doors of the stadium. "If the seats for a show aren't sold out," she said as she opened the doors to a halfway finished musical play of Dirty Dancing. "They give away tickets for free."

The show was, as she said it would be, terrible. But we couldn't say it was a waste of money because we didn't spend a pence. We couldn't say it was a waste of time either because we had a good laugh about it on our way to our next destination. But because of her tiny bladder, we were forced to stop by a gas station that smelled like methane, urine and cocaine.

We went down to stretch ourselves out. Sure enough, there were a few girls who spotted us and asked to have their pictures taken, but cried for a bit before getting their camera. Liam, concerned as he always was, hugged the lass as he laughed. She sobered up quickly and I wrapped an arm around her for the picture.

"Oh my gosh!" A girl with the phone camera screamed from behind us. "You're her, aren't you?" I twisted my back to see the girl. I forgot her name again but I could've sworn it started with a C. She had a nervous smile on her face and I could tell she was thinking whether she should smile or not.

The girl gave a shaky wave. "Yeah," she nodded, "It's me." She noticed she was holding a camera and looked at us posing with the other girl. "You want me to take a picture of you guys?"

Violently shaking her head, the camera girl said, "No! No." She objected then her voice lowered for the next part. "I want you to join them."

The girl crumpled her forehead. "Me?" She questioned in incredulity. "Okay." She shrugged with a dithery scoff as she ran to us and stood at the edge.

It was amazing how easily she could adjust to this and how she doesn't think lowly of all the fans, considering that she was one. Even though most of them judged her without even knowing what she was doing for me, she didn't speak bitterly of any of them.

When the photo was done being taken, she insisted on taking the photo of us with both of the girls. Afterwards, she even conversed with them for a bit. A little girl talk, I guess. From what I observed it composed mostly of giggling rather than actual talking. I will never understand the world of women.