I'm Not Ten Years Old, I'm Fourteen, You Dingus

Chapter Fifteen: Zayn's Back

-- Jessica's POV --

I opened the door and saw Zayn. Yeah, yeah, I know the message was released last year, but he had a family emergency. "Hey, can I come in?" "Sure." I opened the door wider, and Zayn stepped inside. The boys ran into him and tackled him. "Guys, get offa me." He said. Harry, Liam, Niall, and Louis got off of him and he brushed invisible dust off.

"I'll go get the girls." I said before running off. I opened our room and said "Zayn's back." Like a stampede, they shot off to say hello. Abi let me into her and Violet's room, but Violet wasn't there. Probably asleep. I approached the couch and saw a lump under a Frozen blanket. "Violet-Kit, wake up." "No.. I don't wanna." She groans, covering her eyes with her hands. "Zayn's back." I told her, and Abi shot out of the door like a bullet.

"That means I have to be social." "Are you embarrassed from truth or dare last night?" "Nope. Just tired." After she finished speaking, she yawned and fell asleep. It was obvious she wasn't up to be social today. But Zayn was gonna meet her even if she didn't want to socialize. So I picked her up, and walked back the the main hotel room.

"Uh, who's this?" Zayn asked, pointing an index finger at me. I guess it's not everyday you see somebody holding another person only a bit more smaller than them. "I'm Jessica, nice to meet you." I reached out my hand for a handshake. He took it. "The blond is Abi, the one with glasses is Brooklyn, and the one wearing an orange sweatshirt is Rayna."

"Hi!" Rayna said, waving a little. "Captain Smollet, where to?" Asked Brooklyn, who was giving Rayna a piggyback ride. "Go forth to island pudding, Magenta! I sense there's a lot of treasure waiting for us!" Brooklyn began to run around the living room with Rayna on her back. "GET BACK HERE YOU DARN PIRATES!" Abi yelled, chasing them. "They're not always this childish.. They just had leftover cake for breakfast." I explained. "Who's her?" He asked, gesturing to Violet.

"Um... This is Satan.?" I say in a way that makes it sound sort of like a question. Zayn was still looking weirdly at her. "She's tired. Doesn't want to socialize. A lazybones." When I finished speaking, the games stopped. I plunked down on the couch, and Brooklyn scoops up Violet. "I'll take her."

Later that evening, the boys are going to the first concert of this tour. Niall and I were cuddling in the couch when some stage hand told him he had to get ready. "It'll be over in four hours. I'll see you at halftime." Niall tells me before he got up and left. "No.. Don't go." I groaned, outstretching my arms.

The other girls plunked down next to me. Brooklyn was still holding Violet, I saw. "Brooklyn, maybe you should give her to somebody else." I suggested. "That's what I've been saying for the past half hour!" Rayna exclaimed, throwing up her hands. She turned to Brooklyn. "Brooklyn, you've been holding her since eleven! That's four hours! Let me take her." "Fine." Brooklyn complied. "Gosh, my arms are killing me!" Brooklyn complained. "Have some ice!" Abi yelled from the other room. Suddenly, a bag of frozen peas hit her square in in the face. "Careful with the aim, eh, Abi-Cat?" She yelled back. "Whatever!"