Is This A Dream? (Zak Bagans)

Chapter 6

I was awake again, and the flight was finally over. I think my butt had fallen asleep. Anyways, I was walking to collect my baggage, when I felt eyes starring at me, I knew who it was. I didn't bother to look and just shook it off. I was standing there still waiting when I felt a presence next to me. Zak. I looked at him and gave him the evils. I was upset with him and he knew it. He looked at me with sad eyes and said, "I'm so sorry about what I did on the plane. I just had some things going through my head and I wasn't too happy about it." I said, "I accept your apology, but you still didn't have to be rude about it. You could've have said something and I would've let you be. But since you were the way you were I decided that it was best I'd move to a different seat." He looked so upset and sad. I just walked away. He soon followed, but he stayed close to me, and talked to the boys. I just stayed quiet. Nick came over and looked at me and smiled, and then said, "You'll get use to his mood swings, after all you are stuck with us for 2 weeks." I just smiled and nodded. He continued and said, "You ready to find out where we are now?" I looked at him and said, "I've been waiting forever, OF COURSE I WANNA KNOW!" He laughed and said, "Paris." I jumped up and hugged him and said, "Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you a milliom times. I've always wanted to come to France. Especially Paris, most romantic place to go." and at that we got in a van and went to an extremely fancy hotel.

I was sharing a room with Zak while Nick and Aaron shared another room. Zak & I were on the fifth floor, while Nick and Aaron were on the sixth floor. I was all alone with the man that, one minute had an attitude and the next completely fine.

Thank God we had separate bedrooms, but we had to share the bathroom. My bedroom was HUGE, to say the least. Two nightstands, King sized bed with a load of pillows and a really fluffy quilt. I was just getting comfortable when I heard a loud thud.

I ran out of my room and search for where the noise had come from...ZAK! He was fixing his shirt that, might I say, was stuck to him, it was black with something drawn on it in red. He had seen me and flashed me a quick smile, which made my heart skip a beat. I was about to smile when I realized I was still mad at him. So I started to walk away when a hand had caught my wrist and whipped me around. I was now facing him. He looked at me with curiosity. I was about to ask something when he....