Chances & Luck (H.S)

Chapter 8: Change

Zemma's P.O.V:

"Aa..yea, I'm fine!" I told Niall.

"You don't look like!"He said.

" I'm fine, don't worry!" I said.

"By the way, are you hungry?" He asked.

It struck me that I hadn't eaten a proper meal since I had came here.
I had fruits in the hotel but that wasn't filling. This eventful day had made me forget my hunger.

Now I was really hungry...but basically, I didn't have money for extravagant food.

"I'm going for pizza! Wanna come?" He asked.

"Niall, as much as I wanna hang out with you, I am really tired." I said.

"Oh, I understand! Want me to send you your pizza to your room?" Niall asks.

Oh, he's a life saver.

"It would be great!" I exclaimed.

"No problem! Go get rest!" He said and went off.

I went straight outside to get a cab. I was really sad.

Not just because of Harry but because of my only best friend Lily.

How could she do this to me? I wouldn't steal Harry from her?

Would I?

She probably went to a party with Harry, in his private car.

I went up to my hotel room and just laid down on my bed.

Today was a tiring yet bad day.

I closed my eyes and felt relaxed. In a few minutes, I felt myself to be draining in sleep, despite my stomach grumbling from hunger.

I heard the bell of the hotel room and woke up startled. I heard someone knocking. It was 1 am when I checked the time.

I had fallen asleep.

It clicked me that Niall said that he would send pizza.

Pizza wasn't my favorite fast food but it was food! And I was hungry.

I quickly went to the door with my messy hair, from the sleep, and opened the door while smiling.

But my smile soon disappeared when I noticed it was him.

Yea, he looked hot and all but why is he here?

What was he doing here?

He had a waiter, probably from one of the hotel's best restaurants,judging from his clothes, and ushered him to bring the table with food inside.

Then he signalled him to go.

"What are you doing here?" I asked firmly.

But he ignored me and walked in, slamming the door behind him.

"Hey, this is my room! You can't walk in like this!" I screamed, already angered by his previous actions and words.

"Aren't you hungry?" He said, slowly yet with a deep voice. Deeper than his usual.

I know what was wrong....he was drunk.

"Are you drunk?" I asked calmly.

"No! Or am I ?" He laughed at his lame attempt of joke.