tRuTh - z.m.

25 - Olivia

April 26th 2015

We walked into the hotel room and I was speechless. It was so beautiful. The walls we grey, the furniture was white, and all the accents were red. The was a red bouquet of roses on damn near every surface.

"Zayn, this is beautiful. It's so pretty and perfect." I left my bags in the living room area of our suite and started exploring. I climbed the winding steps to the second floor and found my way to the loft type bedroom with Zayn in tow behind me.

"The bed is a heart just like you said," I gushed as I walked deeper in the room.

"I thought you might like that." He said proudly from the top of stairs.

"This view is everything." I pressed my fingertips to the glass and looked out over the city. I couldn't believe I was here. The whole time I lived in New York I wanted to experience things like this but couldn't.

Zayn came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my body and pressing a kiss to the side of my face.

"I'm glad you like it, Olivia."

"I love it, Zayn." I turned around in his arms and pressed a kiss against his lips.

We spent that day and night inside, drinking champagne and smoking. We ordered food every hour on the hour. We watched movies and kissed. I even got him to follow a few people on Twitter. Around eleven that night, we ended up in the hot tub, still sipping champagne. We were talking about graduation, when suddenly Zayn changed the subject.

"Have you gotten any more weird pictures in the mail?"

I froze. "No, why?"

"I forgot to mention this but, I got an email the other day. It was from someone who's email was all numbers. But it was only an attachment. There were three pictures. One was of the day I went with you and your cat to the vet. The next was one of us kidding in front of your school in my car. The last was one of you, me and, Trish one morning when we went to breakfast."
That made my heart jump. "Trish was on the picture?"

He nodded. "Yeah, we were all coming out of IHOP."

"This is getting so crazy." I downed the rest of my champagne and pulled my knees up to my chest in the water and wrapped my arms around them.

"I don't wanna you anything in your head or scare you," he put his hands on my knees and came closer to me. "There's a scary side to being famous. Sometimes we get stalkers. Most of the time these people aren't a danger to anyone but themselves. But we do need to be careful."

"You think someone's stalking us?" I whispered.

"Im not certain but if it were paparazzi, they'd just post the pictures somewhere. They wouldn't keep anonymously sending pictures to us with no words." He put a finger under my chin. "But don't be scared, until they give us a reason to think otherwise, they aren't threatening us."

I shook my head. I didn't need this extra stress in my life. A stalker, who honestly needs a stalker? That's when it clicked.

"Trish! Trish can help us with this." My heart felt just a little lighter.

"How?"

"She-" I stopped myself before I said anything else. I had to word this correctly. "She's good at finding people, like better than the police."

He raised a brow at me. "Better than the police?"

"Trust me," I said before getting out of the hot tub. I walked out of the hot tub room, or whatever it was called, and up jogged up the steps to get m phone.

I dialed Trish's number and Zayn was coming up the steps as she answered.

"Hey, Ziggler or Lone Wolf?" She asked in the code we'd created. She was asking if I was with Zayn or alone.

"Ziggler, but aqua." I replied. Aqua meant I needed her help, her professional help.

"Oh god, what's happened?" She asked in her real accent. She

"I think Zayn and I are being stalked." I blurted.

"Where is Zayn now?" She asked.

"He's beside me. I haven't told him anything, I just told him you could help us find him."

She took a deep breath on the other end. "We cannot talk about this over the phone. When do you get back from the states?"

"The 29th," I answered.

"Okay, good. If anything else happens, call me."

"I will,"