On the Run (Zayn Malik fan fiction) [UNDERGOING MAJOR EDITING]

Chapter 22

~Chapter 22~

Heather's POV

We arrived at the hotel in like 10 minutes...

I honestly thought we were further away than that...

Now I feel stupid.

Good one Heather, I mentally face palmed myself.

"WE, have arrived!" Louis shouted as he got out of the car. We all glared daggers at him. The last thing we needed was a mob of fans or something. He just shrugged his shoulders, scoffed and rolled his eyes. I chuckled at that and continued walking into the hotel. Zayn wrapped his arm around my shoulders, so I leaned my head into the crook of his neck. I was stressed out. I didn't even feel like walking! I just couldn't take it anymore. I still can't get over what the doctor said. I mean, like how is that even possible! I have never once starved myself or made myself throw up the contents in my stomach on purpose! If anything, I've been eating WAY more than usual. It has to be a mistake, it just has to be. It's not true. I will not acce-

"OW!" I yelled while rubbing my forehead. What the hell!?

"Who flicked me!?" I demanded the 5 guys in the elevator. Woah, elevator? When did we get here? Jeez how long did I space out? I should really st-

"OWW! Again, seriously! Who's flicking me!?" I asked while rubbing my forehead again. No one answered. I stared at every single one of them in the eyes, murderously.

"Either you tell me or I will haunt each and every single one of you until whoever flicked me fesses up!" What the hell is wrong with me. It wasn't even that bad! I really need to calm down.

I sighed.

"I'm sorry. I'm just really tiered. It honestly didn't even hurt that much. I don't even care who flicked me." I said. I closed my eyes and rubbed my face with my hands.

"Phew! Ok good. I thought I was gonna die for a second there." Louis said, wiping fake sweat from his forehead. I giggled and shook my head. The elevator doors finally opened and we all went to our own suites. As soon as Zayn closed the door I jumped on the bed flat on my back. He did the same which made me bounce a bit. I giggled and Zayn scooted closer to me. I rested my head on his chest. I could hear his heart beat. It was quite calming and relaxing. It was what I needed.

"How did that doctors appointment go?" He asked after a while of silence. I tensed up. I didn't know what to say to him. I didn't wanna lie but I didn't want to tell him because he would definitely break up with me! Oh no! What do I say?!

"Um.. it went fine." I said with a fake smile. I know he didn't believe me and I know he wanted to push further. That's why I quickly added in, "What did you do while I was gone?"

"Oh um.. Nothing. Just, hung around." He stuttered. I felt like there was something else but I was too tiered to push it further, and also if I'm not telling him the full truth he doesn't have to tell me either. If he wants to he'll tell me eventually. It doesn't even seem that big. Eh, I don't really care right now.

"Cool." I said. I tried to hide my yawn but I just couldn't help it. Zayn chuckled.

"What?" I asked

"Nothing. You're just cute when you yawn" Zayn said. I felt my cheeks heat up as a I mumbled a thank you.

"I think we should get some rest babe. Tomorrow we'll probably have loads to do." Zayn said.

"Ok" I replied with yet another yawn. I slipped out of the clothes I was wearing and walked over to my suitcase to pull out my pj's. I turned around and caught Zayn staring at me.