Start It All Over Again

Lock and Key

Niall's Point of View

"This is my room?" Meghan asked. I laughed nervously. "What, Niall?"

"Ehm... No. This- this is my room..." I said awkwardly.

"I... I don't understand? You were talking to the guy at the front desk for, like, five minutes..."

"Right and what came out of that conversation was that they had no more rooms available, no matter what I paid him," I said, sorrowful.

"It's- um, it's okay, Niall," she said with a small smile. I sighed in relief. "Good, now we can go inside if I can find my key." I chuckled. I fumbled around in my pockets for a few seconds before finding the key card and swiping it through the lock. I opened the door and saw that the lights were out, meaning that I hadn't woken up Zayn when I left.

"So, this is my bed," I said, pointing to the one on our right.

"And, this must be mine now?" She asked, walking over to the bed. However, before I could stop her, she moved the covers to find a sleeping Zayn flat out on his back. She was about to scream, but I put a hand over her mouth and giggled. "It's just Zayn, babe." She sighed in relief before turning to me, her eyes full of worry. "Is this too awkward for you? Should I just take you back to your hotel? I really don't want to leave you there all on your lonesome." She sighed. "No, you're right. This is- it's fine. Thank you so much Niall. For everything you've already done for me," Meghan said, wrapping her arms around my neck tightly. In response, I wrapped my arms around her waist and just held her there for a second. Finally, she said sort of into my neck, "So, where AM I supposed to sleep?"

I laughed and said, "You can sleep in my bed and I'll just take the floor."

"No, no. I'll take the floor."

I jumped on the bed and jokingly said, "Suit yourself!" She laughed and smacked me playfully. There was just something about her... Was I in love yet? I wasn't quite sure.

"We could share it." I suggested. "Don't get cheeky with me, Niall," she said laughing. I smirked at that.

"Damn it, you're on to me," I joked. She smiled widely and said, "But, I think I might just take that offer, actually."

"Sounds good. I'll have the left side, you, the right?"

"Um, hell no. I always have the left side, bitch!" She snapped her fingers and we both laughed. "But, seriously, move. The left side is mine."

I smiled and scooched over a bit. I turned out the bed side light on the dresser next to the bed and we both went to sleep for a few hours before the sun came up.

The sun rose, but we didn't notice. We wanted to sleep until one in the afternoon, but that is not what happened.

I awoke around ten-thirty Zayn shaking me awake and saying, "Mate, what the hell were you doing while I was asleep!?" Poor Zayn. Poor dirty minded Zayn.

"Sleeping, just like you," I said matter-of-factly. He nodded slowly. "Yeah, right."

I figured it was best not to argue. And what was so bad about Zayn thinking I'd had sex? If anything, it makes me sound bloody ace (awesome)! But, I knew he'd know the truth eventually, so I'd just let this moment last as long as possible. Meghan woke up after she heard us talking and got up rather quickly, considering our minimal hours of sleep the night, or should I say morning, before.

"What are we going to do? What's gonna happen? Are we going to the police station? When are we going? Are they going to release a missing person statement?" Her questions came quick and seemed endless. I had to step back for a moment, or at least shut her up temporarily, "Don't worry. We'll get to it."