Triple Dog Dare *A Zayn Malik Love Story*

Chapter 32

The song for this chapter is Two Pieces by Demi Lovato(:

*Four days later (Start of tour)*

*Zayn's POV*

"Zayn, you have to get up," Harry said as he tapped on the door lightly with his knuckles. I moaned into my pillow and pulled my blankets over my head. "Don't groan," he said. "You have to get up." I moaned even louder this time and he sighed. "Okay, then. Be late for our first day on the road." The door shut behind him and I rolled over to check the time. My clock read 6:46. Once again, I pulled the duvet covers over my head and moaned into my pillow.

I eventually built up the strength to pull myself out of bed, dress, and fix myself up enough to walk downstairs. I dragged my suitcases behind me and then set them by the front door. I grabbed some cereal from the cupboard in the kitchen and poured the contents into my mouth from the box, not even bothering to dirty a bowl and spoon.

"Are you excited for tour to start?" Harry asked.

I threw my head back again to fill my mouth with Cinnamon Toast Crunch and shrugged. "Not really right now, but maybe next week when the first concert starts."

"Yeah, I guess you're right."

The both of us waited around until the tour bus pulled up to our house. We managed to bring all of the stuff we packed into our suitcases out to the bus in one trip. We were the last two to be picked up, so everyone else was already inside. Louis was asleep on the couch in the back and Liam and Niall sat in the front at the table and talked. They greeted Harry and I as we stepped on and I immediately went to the middle bunk on the right.

"Are you going to sleep?" Liam asked.

"Yeah, I think so," I said as I rubbed my eyes. "I have barely any energy and I might need some for today."

"Okay, well sleep tight."

"Will do."

. . .

"What are you guys going to do?" Niall asked in a hushed whisper.

"I don't really know," Harry said frustratedly. "I'm convinced he actually hates my guts."

"You can't blame him..."

"Niall..."

"I know, but it's true and you know it's true. The way you acted was ridiculous so you can't expect him to just forgive you."

"What do you think I can do?"

"I don't know, man. You screwed up pretty badly."

"Yeah," he breathed. A long silence followed.

"Hey. You'll figure something out," Niall said reassuringly.

"Okay."

"You can figure it out, but I'm gonna get some shut-eye."

"Alright."

I heard footsteps pass by me from the other side of the curtain, but my eyes remained closed. I was far too tired to think straight about the conversation I overheard between Harry and Niall, so I turned over in my bunk and fell back asleep.

. . .

*Camille's POV*

"It's the weekend!" Jesse shouted as he jumped up from his desk and did a little shoulder-dance thing as he celebrated. He acted like such a child sometimes, but he always kept things really interesting in the office. "See you guys Monday!" I watched as he gathered his things and escorted himself down the hallway to the elevator.