Simon's Angels (A One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter Twelve

Zara's POV

We were all at our next stop. Paul was checking us in at the receptionists. Louis has his arm around me and is whispering sweet nothings into my ear. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Zayn standing with an annoyed Liam who was scolding him for something. 

"Hey, Laila, you feeling okay?" Perrie whispers as she comes next to me and I nod once before turning to Ally who offered me some snacks.

 "Alright guys, so I put the girls in the guys rooms. That way, you guys at least have a bodyguard with you. Little Mix has Vicky in their room. Harry, Liam, and Ally in one room. The rest of the boys with Zara." Paul assigns and we all nod.

Louis helps me to the elevator while Niall carries my small bags. Zayn gives Perrie a quick hug before picking up his bags and the other guys' stuff and trailing behind us. All of us file into the elevator and just stand there. Zayn struggles with some of the bags and Niall gets some from him.

We finally reach our suite and Zayn and Niall get their rooms. Louis picks out a room for us two since there was only three rooms, a kitchen, and a living room. Niall saunters in to give me my stuff while flashing me a smile. Sighing I check my phone as the boys freshen up and I see a text from Ally telling me to give the boys the rules. I pull out my blowhorn and stalk to the living room. I wait for two minutes before putting on my ear plugs and pressing down on the button. Niall is the first one out with Louis running in with only his jeans on. They both stand at attention. I wait a few seconds for Zayn, but nothing happens so I throw the two boys some more ear plugs which they rush to put on before I press down again. 

"Wha?" A drowsy Zayn walks in.

I signal for the boys to take off their ear plugs and I hop off the coffee table, "Okay, so boys! Time to listen to the rules! First and foremost, NO OTHER GIRLS IN THIS ROOM! Second, if you're gonna go somewhere let me know, so I can put you on the trackers. Third, I'm making the food here, so no need for room service. What ever you feel like eating lemme know. Fourth.... Uhhhh have fun!"

Niall immediately grabs a notepad and starts listing off what I should make for dinner. Louis helps him list the grocery needed for these. Zayn hovers over them, adding to the list. Nodding approvingly, I go into my room and lay down on my back. I feel the side of the bed dip down a bit. I turn my face and come face to face with honey brown eyes.

"Laila... I'm sorry." Zayn grimaces and I turn back to facing the ceiling.

"Please... Laila... I'm so so so sorry. I should've believed you." He pleads and I sigh before yelling out, "LOUIS!"

Louis comes running in and I point to Zayn and then the door without opening my eyes. I feel Zayn being lifted off and a big thump with a door shutting sound following. Another dip comes on my left side and an arm wraps around my waist, pulling me close to a warm body.

"Put a shirt on, Lou." I mumble and I feel his silent chuckles as warm lips press against my temple.

"I sorta like this position, actually," He chuckles before his tone turns serious, "Baby, you need to speak with him. He does have that excuse, you know? They were all puppets in the Kaurs hands."

I sigh for the third time that day and turn to look into those ocean blue eyes, "I just.. I feel hurt that he didn't believe me. From the first day I met you guys I knew I knew Zayn."

"Well," Louis takes a deep breath and takes my hand in his as he replies, "It's been a long ten years, love. And you were trained to remember details and such and Zayn barely remembers half he things he does the other day. Just forgive him, yeah? I mean yeah take your time, but just let it go."

I smile up at him softly before whispering, "And when did you become so serious?"

"Since I met this lovely lady who is the cutest thing ever. I bet you two will be great friends. You should meet her, you know." He says in all seriousness before laughing with me.

We finally come to a stop, breathing heavily, and leaning our foreheads against each others. Louis's eyes travel from my eyes to my lips and back to my eyes. He leans in slowly, stopping for my rejection, but I pull him in closer to my body giving him confidence to finish the journey to my lips. His thin lips mold themselves against mine, slowly moving against mine. My first kiss. Absolutley perfect.

"Perfect first kiss." I whisper as we pull away and Louis widens his eyes.

"I was your first?" He smiles as I nod and says, "And hopefully your last."