Make the Most of It

37. Chances

Zayn had been gone for hours now and I was really starting to get worried. It was already eleven, meaning he'd been gone for almost five hours. I had spent the entirety of the time sulking over our last argument and how pathetic it was.

I had to admit though that it was slightly my fault. These last few days have been so stressful with all the meetings on end that I had barely even given Zayn a hug. Of course he was feeling rejected. Even then, he went and bought me presents. It was so thoughtful of him, yet I didn't even show the slightest bit of care; I felt so guilty.

I climbed off the bed and went into the bathroom to neaten myself up. My hair was all messy and I had little bits of makeup dripping from my face. I grabbed a makeup remover and cleaned my face, then washed it with water.

Once I was done, I went to check my phone to see if Zayn had bothered calling. Of course, he hadn't. I dialed his number and trying calling him a few times, but he never answered.

I was beginning to get more fearful as time went on. I would go out and look for him, but Milan is such a big city and he could be anywhere. But, that was my only option. So, I grabbed my purse and left the hotel.

Downstairs, I got into the car that I had rented for the length of our trip, and pulled out of the hotel parking lot.

There were only a few places that I could imagine Zayn would be. First, any form of outdoorsy area, but I don't think he could've found one here. The other place he could be was any sort of club or bar. I searched on my phone for the nearest one, which was a couple minutes away.

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I had now looked at two clubs and one bar, none of which were where Zayn was. I was starting to wonder if maybe he wasn't even getting drunk. I don't know why, but I was starting to get the slight feeling that maybe I wouldn't find him. I decided to look at one more club, and then I would just have to hope that he would decide to show up sooner or later.

I parked in front of the club and got out of my car. There were a bunch of drunk people standing outside and one was even puking. I covered my nose with my shirt and walked into the building. The loud noise helped to wake me up, since it was two in the morning and my body was starting to give away.

As I searched around, all I saw were the unfamiliar faces of all the people there. I scanned the crowd, hoping that Zayn would be here. I even searched a little harder, hoping that this was where he was. No such luck; Zayn was yet again no where to be found.

I walked out unhappily, and got into the car again, then drove away.

On the road, I spotted someone walking along the side, trying to maintain his balance. I had definetly seen that wobbling somewhere before. It was Zayn. Why was it that I always found him on the side of a road all alone? I was willing to bet that Zayn was either drunk or high.

I parked my car on the side of the road and rushed to him.

"Zayn!" He turned his head around to look at me. He grinned with his mouth open.

"Heeyy Nikki! W...what are you doing here? I thought y..you were in Italy." He then began laughing hysterically for no reason. My hunch was right. He was as high as a kite.

"Zayn c'mon we have to get you home!" I whispered frantically. He just kept laughing and started poking my side.

"You're so sexy. D..did you know that?" I rolled my eyes and dragged him along to the car.