Make the Most of It

32. London

When I opened my eyes the next morning, I was met with Zayn's sleeping face only inches away from mine. Somehow, in the middle of the night, I had turned around to face Zayn.

I slowly creeped out of bed and decided to just rinse myelf off since I had taken a shower the night before, before he woke up. I grabbed a pair of clothes, my towel from yesterday and went into the bathroom.

In the midst of my shower, the bathroom door flung open, revealing a sleepy, bedhead Zayn. The shower curtain was a dark gray so I don't think it didn't revealed much, but this still wasn't a great situation.

"Zayn!"

"Huh?" He mumbled. "Oh. Oh! Shit! Sorry!" He was about to leave, but turned around again. "Wait can I use the bathroom really quick?"

"Just hurry up! And don't look this way."

"I've already seen enough." I could practically hear the smirk in his voice.

"What?!"

"Nothing," he answered quickly and then left, after having gone to the bathroom.

I finished quickly then walked out. "Can't you at least knock?"

"Well it wasn't locked so I assumed you weren't in there."

"I wasn't in bed! Where else could I have gone."

"I don't know. Sorry."

"Whatever it's fine." Zayn decided he would just wash his face and do his hair rather than taking another shower so I waited for him to finish up and change. Once he was done I asked, "Ready?"

"Yeah." We grabbed all our stuff and left, making sure to lock the door behind us. He handed me the key to put in my purse and then we walked to the his car, after checking out at the front desk.

"So where all are we going?" I asked.

"Well we only have today in London if you want to make it back home in time to get ready for your flight to Italy so I assumed we would only go the most popular places."

"Sounds good to me."

We first went to a small café to have breakfast. Then, Zayn decided we should drive past the Big Ben.

As we approaced the tower, I snapped a couple pictures, instead of getting out of the car to do it.

"Have you already been here before?" I asked Zayn.

"Yeah, tons of times. After this, we really need to go on the London Eye."

"I thought you had a fear of heights."

"I do, but you'll be there with me."

"What if I'm actually evil and I push you off the side?" I asked, jokingly.

"Then I'll just be glad that I'll have seen the most beautiful face on the planet right before I die." I lookd down at my lap because I feel myseld blushing uncontrollably. Things got akward real fast. Zayn noticed how uncomfortable I was and said, "Sorry. I didn't mean to make things weird."

"No that's ok. Thanks by the way."

"Yeah. It's only the truth." It became silent again and we both focused our attention on what was outside our windows. I could see the London Eye from here and I could tell that we weren't far from it.

I was right. We got there in less than ten minutes. Zayn stopped the car in the parking and we walked to the long line of everyone waiting to go on it.

"The line's pretty long," I commented, trying to break the silence between us.

"Yeah," he answered simply and then the silence took over once again. I hated this. We were having so much fun before. I didn't even mind what he had said in the car, but I hated the uncomfortability of it. We were quiet for five more minutes until Zayn finally talked.