The Photo (Zayn fanfic)

Chapter 8

Zayn's POV

That's good to know ^.^

I smiled as I read her text. She's just so cute I can't help but to smile. Little does she know that our interviews had been cancelled today so I was just hanging out in Liam's hotel room with Louis and Niall. No one knew where Harry went, now he was the one wondering off.

"Earth to Zayn!" Louis said, waving his hand in front of my face.

I blinked a couple of times. "What?"

"Whats wrong with you? You've been spacing out and wondering off. Are you sick?" He out his hand on my forehead.

"He's not sick, he's just been bitten by the Isabella bug." Liam butted in.

I swatted Louis hand away and glared at Liam. "No I haven't!"

"Then why do you get so defensive when I bring it up?" He smirked.

"I-I....just shut up!" I got up off the couch and walked out of his room. So what if i thought she was a little cute? Who am I kidding?! She's amazing! Not only is she beautiful, but I love her personality. Her smile is the greatest smile ever. And her laugh is so adorable. 

  The day of the meet and greet, when we were on her back I was walking to the park hoping that I could see her again. The day I met her I just thought she was another fan, but after walking away I got this feeling that she was more than that. And because of that feeling I needed to see her again. I needed to know more about this girl. So you can imagine how happy I was when I saw here outside the coffee shop. I thought this had to be destiny. I can't stop thinking about her eyes lighting up when she saw me. Did she want to see me again too?

  I walked into my hotel room and walked to the closet. I have to find something to wear for tonight. Should I dress up or just dress casually? Ugh! I don't know what to wear.

"You should dress up so she can see how sexy you are." I voice said.

I jumped and turned around, instantly going into ninja mode only to see Harry laying on my bed playing with that fedora he got from Isabella's friend.

"What the hell are you doing in here?! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?!" I yelled at him.

"I needed a place to think."

"And I'm guessing your room wasn't good enough?"

"Nope!" He said popping the P. "So like I was saying, you should wear something to show off how sexy you are."

I roll my eyes. "I'm not doing that. And how do you know I'm looking for something to wear? Are you psychic?"

"Yup! Just call me Mystic Styles!" He smile and stands up.

"Well Mystic Styles, get out of my room!" I walk over to him and push him the the door, opening it just to let the rest of the boys in.

"We can help you find something to wear!" Louis smiled.

"I don't need help!" I yelled. 

Louis frowned and walked over to Harry, burying his face in his neck. "Boobear, Zayns being a meanie!" He fake cried.

"Its okay, babe." He hugged Louis and patted his back.

I sigh. "I'm not being mean, I just don't need any help. Can you guys go now?"

"Yeah, lets leave Zayn alone so he can get ready for his date with his lover." Liam smirked.

I groan and push them out the door. "And stay out!" God! Is it so hard for an international pop star to get some privacy?! I walked back to my closet and decided to wear (Look in side bar) I went to the bathroom and jumped in the shower.