Rebuilding Zerrie

Her Closet

I didn't want to disturb the boys. I wanted to leave. But I couldn't. I was out of cash and out of energy but my brother was talking to Louis. I tried to tell him that I was tired and that I needed to bathe, but he just kept coming up with solutions to my problems without taking the hint. "Bathe and borrow some of her clothes," Kiefer said, pointing to Eleanor.

Eleanor, not taking the hint either, excitedly led me to hers and Louis' hotel room where, for the first time in 48 hours, I bathed. As I bathed, I sang.

"I dedicate this song to you

The one who never sees the truth

Then I could take away your hurt,

Heartbreak girl.

"Hold you tight,

Straight though the daylight

I'm right here

When you gonna realize

That I'm your cure,

Heartbreak girl?"

She stood outside expectantly, stifling a smirk. I bet she heard me singing but I didn't care. Embarrassment doesn't affect my dignity. There were clothes laid down on the bed. As I noticed, their apartment was much cleaner than Niall's and Zayn's but if El weren't staying with Lou, I bet this would've been much messier.

The clothes weren't really my style. How could she even breathe in jeans as skinny as those? And they were too long on me, I could tell. Eleanor easily towered me by height. There were tops and sweaters, but no shirts and hoodies. Denim shorts that covered my ass were non-existent in her closet.

"You and the lads are gonna have some important dinner tonight," she explained. "It's best if you look a bit more than your usual look."

"You're not going?" I asked as I pulled the bathrobe closer to my body and she shook her head.

"I don't really like going with Lou to work stuff," Eleanor said. I stared at the clothes a little longer, wondering how the hell I'd wear any of these but El stepped up and picked out a pair of jeans, a sleeveless button-down top. "Pair them with the pumps," she told me simply as she shoved them into my hands.

The clothes were glamorous, of course, but there was one little problem. My bruised and swollen shoulder would be seen. But I couldn't argue. She looked so excited to see me wear her clothes that I couldn't object.

ZAYN'S P.O.V.

As we waited, we bet what she'd be wearing. El must have told her that there would be a special dinner tonight, so she probably took it up a notch. "Knowing Kloe," her brother, Kiefer, put out, "She's gonna pick, like, a sweater and shorts."

Louis almost laughed. "I don't think Eleanor's gonna make her wear anything that simple for the dinner with fancy candles on Hanukah candle holders," he said. "My bet is the trousers-heels combo. El's signature look."

"I hope she wears a dress, though," Harry side-lined, failing to swallow the drool forming in his mouth. "One of those body con dresses that El looks hot in--Ow!" Louis hit him on the side of his head protectively.

The door opened and then emerged the girl in wearing just what Louis said she would be. Kiefer and Harry both handed him a five each. Eleanor was right behind her, widening her eyes at her boyfriend but Louis just shrugged with a fulfilling grin across his face.

Niall exited the bathroom, half-naked with a towel covering his loins. "Woah," he reacted, seeing the girl. His eyes moved from head to toe to her shoulder. He motioned for her to pull down the sleeve and she complied. Weird.