Make the Most of It

35. Mine

After the flight, we waited outside to try and catch a cab, which took a lot longer than expected because so many other people were there waiting also.

I held onto Zayn's arm, trying not to fall over with tiredness. I hadn't slept a wink in so long and it was starting to get to me. I yawned for the seventh time now.

"You're really sleepy," Zayn commented.

"Yeah," I whispered. Suddenly, a cab stopped in front of us and told us to get in. He didn't even bother to help put out bags in the car so Zayn had to do it himself. When we were in the car, Zayn asked me, "Where do you want to stay?"

"The company's booked a reservation for us. Here's the address." I handed him a slip of paper with the address of the hotel on it. Zayn handed it to the driver, who seemed to know exactly where it was.

"For the both of us?" Zayn asked.

"Yeah. When they called to tell me about the trip, they said I could bring along another person."

"And you chose me?" I looked up at him, confused.

"Yeah, why?"

"Hm. Nothing." He then began smiling proudly to himself. I shook my head and rested my head on his shoulder.

In a couple minutes, Zayn cleared his throat, on purpose.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

He took off his hoodie and handed it to me. "Put this on," he whispered. I did as he was told without question, although I was completely confused.

"Sir, keep your eyes on the road," he then said, sternly, to the driver. Now Zayn had a serious expression plastered on his face. I didn't bother asking him what was wrong because I knew he wasn't going to tell me, atleast not right now.

The cab pulled up in front of a magnificient hotel, one that I couldn't even begin to imagine being able to afford. Luckily, this wasn't on me at all. All lodging was paid for.

Zayn and I retrieved our bags from the back, paid the driver and quickly went inside. We stopped at the front desk where I took out my Hidden Shadows manager name tag.

"Reservation for Nikki Hayes." She looked at my tag and then handed me a key which was already sitting out on her desk below the counter.

"Here you go." Then, she handed me a large envelope. "And this is from the hostess. Enjoy your stay."

"Thank you." I took both the items and led Zayn upstairs to the seventh floor of the gigactic hotel. I unlocked the door and gasped. This room was the size of my apartment and even better decorated. The large window was covered with white drapery and there were picture frames perfectly placed around the rooms. There was a large king-sized bed against the wall on my left and that 'room' could be closed off by a large sliding door in the middle, seperating it from the 'living room.'

"This is amazing," I whispered.

"And there's only one bed," Zayn huffed.

"And you're complaining because?" I asked, sarcastically.

"Wait so you don't care?"

"It's not like we haven't done this before. Remember, in London?"

"Oh yeah, I forgot about that. Seems like forever ago."

"Only three days," I breathed, remembering how much fun we had had on that short trip.