How It All Fell Into Place.. (Zerrie story)

The Flight To London

Zayn's P.O.V

Last night was amazing.

Perrie was stunned speechless as I uncovered her eyes. Tears started to form but I wiped them away with my thumb.

"No crying tonight, love. This is our night." I told her, before grabbing her hand and leading her towards the table, pulling out her chair for her and then going to my seat. We ate, we drank,  we talked, we kissed. Typical date, right? Ahaha, you're funny. It wasn't a typical date for me because it was with Perrie.

#CornyAlert.

But seriously, every date with her is amazing, just because I can spend time with her alone. I took her home and stayed the night. In the morning, I got up trying not to startle Perrie, but that failed.

"Zayn?" She asked, her voice all groggy.

"Hey babe, I have to go to the hotel now. I'm flying back to London today, so I need to go back and pack."

"Aha! That rhymed. OK, goodbye Z." She said before kissing me. OK, it wasn't a kiss it was a make-out session.

Holy shit balls. If this is what I wake up to every morning, I'm gonna marry this girl.

"Yeah, bye." I say, breathlessly. I kiss her one last time before grabbing my stuff and driving towards the hotel.

 I reached the hotel in less than fifteen minutes, parking the car and going up the elevator. The lift doors had opened at my floor and I was walking down the hall to my room, when I heard yelling.

*****

"Niall! Come out here and do the dishes! It's your room after all!"

"Exactly Liam! It is my room and in case you haven't noticed you're in it!"

"I'm just trying to make things easier for when we leave later!"

"Well don't! I don't need you to look after me! Jesus Christ Liam, I'm 19 years old! I think I'm capable of looking after myself!"

"Yeah? Well I don't think you are!"

"Get the fuck out of my room Liam. Go look after Harry or Louis. Stop wasting my time!"

"Fine! I'll see you in the later!"

"Like hell you will!"

*****

I stood back against the wall as I saw an angry Liam storm past me without a second glance. You could literally see the steam coming out of his ears, and his face was so red you'd think it was sunburnt. I kind of felt bad for Liam, he was only doing his "job" as Daddy Direction(and no, we don't call him that anymore), but sometimes he's too over the top.  But Niall was right, Liam had his own room and shouldn't be bothering anyone; at least not 'till the afternoon.

I waited for a few seconds before heading towards my room, stopping only to hear more shouting.

*****

"Louis! What do you want?"

"I want to know what you've been saying to the paps, Harry! The whole 'Larry Stylinson' crap has blown up into our faces again!"

"You do realize that you're apart of this too? You can't always blame me you know?"

"I don't care! I want this crap to stop and it's pretty obviously that you're the one saying shit to the media, because it's certainly not me!"