I Want What I Can't Have

Chapter ten

That night the boys had a concert, and of course I had to beg my dad to let me go. While he was busy with Preston and some weird security gaurd stuff, I decided to roam around. And by roam, I mean find Zayn's dressing room so we could talk for a while. I was actually getting some small feelings for this boy. I didn't want to move it too fast like we did yester night on the beach, but I did want to see how things would work out for us.

I tiptoed around a corner, turning into a long hallways and slowly made my way down it. "Ariana, where do you think you're going?" I cursed under my breath when I heard that familiar deep voice. I began turning around, trying to come up with a million excuses in my head, but turned around only to see Louis and Liam standing there with devious smiles on their faces. I let out a sigh of relief as they laughed.

"Is my impression of Preston really that good?" Liam chuckled. I nodded, turning back around and cnotinued searching.

"Looking for somebody in particular? Possibly somebodythat rhymes with LIam's last name, Payne?" Louis teased. I turned around with a finger poined at Liam.

"Hey, atleast I'm not the one with a hickey on my neck!" Liam gasped at my remark, cupping the spot on his neck.

"It's a birthmark!" He said protectively, scrunching his face up as if he had just been offended. I tensed my eyebrows, studying the birthmark carefully. 

"Hm, maybe it is." I shrugged. Louis ignored us and followed me down the hall, opening a door that I carelessly passed. This, was of course, Zayn's dressing room. Louis smirked, gesturing for me to go in first. I groaned, but walked in to find Zayn sliding on a varsity jacket.

"Hey Zayn, Martha and Lou sent me and Liam to tell you she's ready to do your makeup. But Ariana said she wants a hickey first." He said with a complete serious tone. My mouth dropped open and LIam chocked out the biggest laugh, and began clapping his hands together in enjoyment. Zayn just looked at me and wiggled his eyebrows up and down.

"Liar! You completely twisted my words around!" I hit Louis' chest with the back of my hand. He just gave me a sassy look and rubbed the spot I smacked.

"Ouch!"

"Guys, go mess with your own girlfriends and leave me and Ariana alone for a few minutes." Zayn laughed, shoving Louis and Liam out of the dressing room. He was right, Danielle and Eleanor were in town, so they should mess with their own girlfrie- wait. Zayn just technically called me his girlfriend, but we aren't even official like that. What was he saying? No, I'm just over thinking things.

"So, what's up?" Zayn sighed, sitting down on the floor, letting me take the little chair that was in there. Instead, I just sat down next to him.

"Nothing, just bored." I huffed, falling down to my back. My hair fanned out around my head. Zayn let out a small giggle, then placed a gentle kiss on my lips, reminding me of a scene from Sleeping Beauty or something. I gave him a confused look. "What was that for?"

"You're just so beautiful." He complimented. I felt my cheeks getting hot and an endless smile start to form, so I brought my hands to my face. He laughed, pulled away my hands, and tried to force me to look at him, but I kept avoiding eye contact as my face got redder.

"Ari, look at me, you're so adorable! I don't know why you're being shy, and turn away when I look into your eye-eye-eyes." He sang out. I laughed and rolled my eyes playfully.

"Oh god, do not start throwing your lyrics at me." He just smiled. I placed a finger on the bottom of his chin, pulled him an inch from my lips, and allowed my breath to hit his mouth. "Good luck tonight, at your second Los Angeles concert."

***

That night around midnight, we were all packed and ready to leave. The stylists and managers all took the van and the boys, their girlfriends, the band, me, my dad, and Preston all had to take the tour bus. To be honest, I don't even know what city we're headed to.

As soon as we all piled into the tour bus, my dad had to set the rules straight about sleeping arrangements. There was a back room with two single beds, which were automatically dad and Preston's. The there were four sets of bunk beds that were seperated from the rest of the bus a sliding door. The bunk beds provided eight other beds, then there was a pull out couch available for two people. The problem was, we had Danielle, Eleanor, and Lesley traveling with us.

"Okay, so we're going to have to share the beds. But first, who's willing to take the pull out couch?"

"I bet Zayn and Ariana would love to." Louis joked. Me and Zayn widened our eyes at him and my dad shot him an angry glare. Louis just dropped his head, avoiding all of our mean looks.

"Me and Harry could share it," Josh broke the awkward silence and raised his hand halfway in the air. Harry groaned.

"Remind me why we don't have both buses?" 

"The other one  is being fixed. But for now, you and Josh can share the pull out couch. And as for the beds, is it okay if all the couples share? No funny business while we're on the buses, save it for the hotels!" My dad pointed a finger at all the couples. He was being completely serious, but they all let out a laugh.

"Promise, Paul." Niall smiled, throwing an arm around Lesley and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

"Okay then, since the bottom bunks are bigger, you all get the bottom. Zayn and Ariana, do not share the same set!" I rolled my eyes at his rule,  but Zayn just nodded, taking the top bunk to Niall and Lesley. I took the last bottom bunk , letting the piano man, guitar guy, and bass player, who's names I didn't know, take the top bunks. Everybody went straight to bed and said their final good nights.

I, on the other hand, was wide awake, so I just plugged in my earphones and listened to music for about an hour and a half. When I got sick of music, I turned my IPod off and threw it onto my bag at the foot of my bed. Almost everbody was snoring, indicating that I was the one awake.

Until I heard that cute little voice that made my stomach twist in excitement. "Ari?"

"Zayn?" I whispered back. He didn't reply. Instead, he quietly climbed out of bed and sat down on mine. I sat up, face to face with him. "What are you doing?"

"Well, I didn't get to say goodnight earlier, and I really wanted to, but not with your dad around." He said quietly, but loud enough for me to hear. I tried to hold back a laugh.

"Awe, Zayn!" I smiled. "Goodnight." I couldn't see his face because of the sliding doors that blocked us out from the rest of the bus, so I'm sure he couldn't see the smile on my face.

"Goodnight, Ariana." He whispered. I could hear his grin just through his tone. Then, without warning, he leaned in close to me and pressed his soft lips against mine.