Rebuilding Zerrie

Midnight

We bid farewell to Jessica and Melissa as we headed to our final destination. It hadn't started yet when we got there. I guarded them through the crowd, squeezing in between spaces to get a good view since it was there first time there. We were able to get to the front with much difficulty, but we were there at least.

The lights started blinking as the water show in the famous Las Vegas fountain began. Jets of water shot from every direction in the beat of the music playing in the background. Gasps and exclaims of awe were let out by the audience, including the boys surrounding me.

Water sprinkled our faces, excessing out of the dancing rockets. I felt someone grab my hand. I looked to my right and saw Harry staring at the show with gleaming eyes. He turned his head to me. "I just wanted to thank you," he told me, out of character. Then again, we were both pit of character the entire day. "For such an amazing day."

There were still two hours left 'till that day was over when the show finished, so we headed to Zayn and Niall's apartment. I was just chilling on the bed, watching Eleanor play Candy Crush when I saw a hand appear in front of me. Niall was looking at me expectantly with his eyebrows knitted.

Slightly blushing, I accepted his hand and positioned my left and on his shoulder and squeezed his hand with my other, keeping it low because of the pain when I move the joint on my shoulder. "Since we're still practically on our first date together," he whispered, leaning into me ear for the others not to hear. "We should at least make this memorable."

"When he opens his arms

And hold you close tonight,

It just won't feel right

Cause I can love you more than this," the other boys started to sing as they watched us dance in the middle of a messy hotel room. I couldn't help but giggle as I rested my cheek on Niall's shoulder.

On the corner of my eye, I saw Louis and Eleanor dancing as well. Soon enough, Zayn and Liam slow danced while singing More Than This, leaving Harry all alone. Once the song ended, they sang another one and we switched partners.

Louis quickly slipped into my arms as he sang along to Irresistible, but stopped singing to talk to me. "Hello, there you little spunk," his voice had an ever higher pitch than I imagined. "How're you taking care of our Bradford?" He had this quirky thing about his smile that made him really look like someone who makes people laugh.

"Not so good," I scrunched up my nose in mock self-pity. "I think I've made him so gay, he's actually been PMS-ing all week."

"That bad?" He raised his eyebrows, suddenly feeling sorry for me.

"I swear, man, he's gonna bleed through his vajayjay anytime now."

Without any A Capella music yet, Liam had already grabbed a hold of me to dance. "What's your favorite One Direction song?" He asked because they had run out of song ideas.

It didn't take me too long to answer. "Kids in America," I said. He looked a little bit confused but he started off the song anyway. Once the rest got into the chorus, he paused for a while.

"You know," he shared, "The usual answer we get is Torn or an actual song by us." I would've shrugged but, yeah.

"I just don't like how Torn is mostly Harry," I pursed my lips into a straight line. "Sorry."

Liam giggled. "There's nothing you need to feel sorry about, babe," he said then continued singing with the other guys. After more than an hour of dancing and laughing and tripping over each others' feet, Harry finally danced with me for the first time that night.