Hate That I Love You

11. Perrie - It's Always Better When We're Together

Last night was a big pile of confusion, and my cheeks were so red I swear I can feel both sides heat up under my touch when I went out of the room to avoid further teasing, only to realize that, one—I still don’t have the keys to mine and Jade’s hotel room, two—I’m feeling a little bit okay now but I’ve got a massive headache, and three—I’m wearing Zayn’s clothes, standing in the middle of the hotel hallway looking completely lost.

I could salvage my dignity if I went back to Zayn’s hotel room and instead to go with the girls but goddamn, I got caught cuddling with Zayn and even though it absolutely meant nothing, it’s pretty embarrassing, really. I can’t go back in there.

So I decided to take the lift and go down to the main lobby to get a snack from the vending machine or something. The moment I got down and noticed my reflection on one of the glass doors did I come to the conclusion that I look horrible and I don’t have any cash on me.

My hair’s a mess, I have no make-up on, my eyes were all puffy, and I think I’ll be giving the wrong idea to everyone if they ever see me in Zayn’s Guns & Roses shirt and his shorts. I was quick to turn around and leave, only to find myself stuck in the lobby where all of a sudden fans were approaching me.

Okay, this is bad; I have a feeling after this I will be in a shitload of trouble.

“Perrie can we take a picture with you?”

“Um, I—I have to go.”

Snap.

I was pressing the buttons of the lift outside, mentally wishing for it to open whilst trying not to be rude to people as I hesitantly smiled for the photos. I am so screwed.

It’s like I can already hear people typing out on their computers about how I look and having misconceptions that can seriously affect my reputation all over the internet, the thoughts were running through my head fast. I’m so stupid, why did I even decide to go down the hotel?

Snap.

The lift opens and my eyes meet similar blue ones, “Niall?”

“Perrie? Come in, let’s go!” He immediately reaches out for me and I took his hand, it all went by fast and soon we were alone in the lift. I immediately leaned back and sighed out in relief, “Thank you so much, Niall. It was so close back there.”

“What were you thinking?” He snaps.

His tone set me off and I stood up straighter, confused on why he sounded so angry at me. “What do you mean, Niall? I know it was stupid of me to go down on my own and I’m sorry.”

He shakes his head disbelievingly, “Cuddling with Zayn? Sleeping in his clothes? What else did you do? I thought you were with Eric?”

My heart wretches at the mention of Eric, the memories of last night replayed in my mind and it’s not something I looked forward to remembering. It was nice not to remember even just a while, but now that it’s being thrown back to me I can’t help but feel a little sad again.