My American Girl (Sequel to My Bradford Bad Boy)

21: A Hotel Day

This is a short update, but I promise the next one will be more longer and more exciting! I was having much fun last night with twitter drama lol, and don't forget to vote :) [Not proofread]

21: A Hotel Day 

Unlike so many times that I woke up beside Zayn, this time I felt like I was literally dying. I could feel the burning pain in the bottom of my stomach, in addition to being nauseous. Hell, it might be my time of the month. I groaned as I force myself out of the bed to prove my theory, and damn I was right. The white sheets where I slept were soaked. I also notice Zayn sleeping peacefully in the same bed, and I felt myself blush. I don't know if I should be happy or not. What I do know is that I felt disgusting, so I quietly went to the bathroom and took a long hot shower. 

***

Forty five minutes later, I was cleaned and thankfully, the cramps pain level has reduced; however, the sheets still remained the same. I suddenly remembered I wasn't alone when there was nobody else in the bed. I hurriedly walked to the small kitchen/dining room/living room and found exactly who I was looking for sitting on the couch. 

Zayn looked up, smirking as I walked. I mutter a cuss word in my head, he knows!

"I like red on you babe," he said, his smirk turning bigger.

I groaned, "Do you have to be so mean about it?"

He chuckled in response and walk towards me only with his boxers on. I immediately averted my gaze as I saw what he considers as sleepwear and muttered, "Bloody hell, why aren't you dressed?"

"Bloody haha," he chuckled. 

"It's not funny," I yelled, angrily, still covering my eyes.

"And it's not like you haven't seen anything, right?" he said as his hot breath comes across my skin, making me shiver. I could feel his hands rubbing my back as the other one sneaks just inside my tee.  

"I'm not in the mood, Zayn," I said, finally looking him in the eye.

"But they say women are at their horniest when they're on their period," he retorted, smiling.

Asshole.

"I am not horny, you...you clump nugget! I am hungry," I announced. He only laughed, so I added, "You better have some food or you will be kicked out."

He raised both of his hands up in surrender, "I will order some food." 

I smiled in satisfaction as he held his phone in his hear. 

***

It was almost a day when the food still didn't arrived. I am exaggerating, but who cares. 

"Did you order the food or not?" I asked Zayn, frustrated. He was sitting on the couch again, scrolling through his phone. 

He stopped in a milisecond to look up, "Yes, love."

"Well, did the delivery guy got struck with a lightning or something," I responded, still pacing back and forth. 

"Poor guy," he muttered with a hint of sarcasm. 

"Ugh!" I groaned. I was suddenly pulled in a hug from behind me, and I sighed. I am being a bitch. "I'm sorry," I muttered.

"I get it babe," he said, putting his chin on my head.

I twisted my head enough to meet Zayn's eyes. My eyebrow raised, "Do you now?"

He chuckled nervously and at the exact moment the bell rang. "Saved by the bell," he mutters. 

I laughed hurriedly running to the door. "There is no way you're getting any tips," I muttered to the delivery guy, examining my wallet for the payment. 

"Don't be harsh on him babe," yelled Zayn.

I ignored him just then the delivery guy responded with an, "I don't care." 

Well, I thought handing him the money, but before that could happen I came across a sense of deja vu realizing who it was. There stood Ryder with his deep blue eyes widening in shock while my own mouth hang opened. Countless of thoughts were running through my head. Is he following me? How does he know where I am? Is this coincidence? Or fate? What the hell? 

We must have been staring at each other in disbelief for a long time, because suddenly, Zayn was beside me. As he sees Ryder, I could feel him immediately tense up, but immediately composed himself. He took the money in my hand and gave it to Ryder who was now acting more like himself as well. Zayn didn't wait for anything, took the food and shut the door. I was still in shocked as I forced myself to move. Within seconds, there was another knock on the door. 

"I...I'll get it," I stuttered. I opened the door and just like that Ryder was back. I swallowed, "What do you want?"

"I...I just want to say I'm...I'm sorry for whatever happened that night," he said, looking at me intensely.

"Past is past, right?" I said, smiling bitterly. He opened his mouth in response, but before he could, I was already slamming the door in his face. I walked towards where Zayn was like nothing happened. 

He gave me a plate as he asked, "Who was that?" 

"Nobody," I muttered, taking it. I sat across from him. 

"'Past is past?' nobody?" he quoted me. I could sense the frustration in his voice.

"Just leave it alone," I said.

"So, I have no right to say anything anymore?" he said out of nowhere, putting his plate down loudly. 

"Of course you do," I yelled at him, "Why are we even talking about this?"

"Because we just saw that...that guy," he explained. 

"His name is Ryder and so what?" I asked in anger. 

"I...I remember how you looked at him, Sadie," he said, quitely but enough for me to hear.

"I don't get why are we even talking about this. I don't even care about him, and you are here suddenly screaming at me for doing absolutely nothing?" I say to him. He was speechless. 

"I'm going out," I muttered as I grabbed my purse and headed to the door. 

I didn't even care that I look absolutely like shit. He was being an arsehole. I was close to the door when I hear Zayn. His hand took mine and he pulled me close. Our faces only several inches away from each other. 

"I'm sorry for being an arsehole," he says looking at my eyes desperately. I opened my mouth to apologize as well, but his finger suddenly hush me up. "I'm jealous of him, okay," Zayn says, taking a few steps away.

"Why?" I laugh at his ridiculousness. 

"Because he wasn't the shitty bastard who broke you heart countless of times," he said, honestly.

I smiled at that, "But I love that shitty bastard, and not him."

Zayn's face lights up with a smile, "That shitty bastard loves you too." 

I wasted no time to close the distance between us as I wrapped my arms around him and he did the same. He looks at me in the eyes, before kissing me passionately. I broke it after a few seconds, and he looked at me confused.

"I am really hungry," I said.

He chuckled, "We aren't finished here, but come on milady." I laughed as we headed back to our food. 

***

The rest of the day consisted of Harry Potter marathon, twitter, playing video games, and as said, loads of kissing. We talked about the differences of the Harry Potter movies and books. I beat him at his favorite video game- Halo. Lastly, I finally created a personal twitter account, followed by Zayn himself of course. I also did some tweeting and following in his account. The day was amazing despite the....circumstances. We were now on the bed just listening to random songs. 

"Thank you," I mumbled to Zayn, reflecting my thoughts.

"For what babe?" he asked. 

I moved so we were face to face before whispering, "For everything." I kissed him once more, and fall back on his chest with my eyes closed.