Chapter 2-Liam's P.O.V.
I sat up squinting as my alarm clock rang. I peeked at the time-7:30. I slowly rolled out of the warm hotel bed and trudged toward the bathroom, splashing water on my face and drying my hands on my pants. I poked my head back into the room.
"Zayn?" I whispered into the darkness. "Get up!" Zayn snored.
Today was the day of a really important photoshoot for our band, and I wasn't sure I was ready to be around any models just yet, as my ex-girlfriend and I had broken up just two weeks ago. I ran my fingers through my hair in an attempt to fix it and went over to wake Zayn. I plopped onto the side of the bed, and Zayn groaned.
"Zayn! Get up!" I demanded.
"Leeeeeyuuuuuum!" he whined. "Too...early..."
"Trust me, it's not like I want to be going either." Normally, I loved photoshoots. They were usually a huge laugh with the boys around, but this was different. It was too soon after what happened.
"Liam," Zayn said, sitting up and stretching his back, "I know you're upset and all, but you deserve better. She cheated on you," he finished, shrugging.
"I know. It's just-I just miss her." I replied, getting ready to leave.
