{Phoebe's POV}
Sunday - Hotel Lobby
The girls met up with the boys again, Jade whining about how Leigh-Anne fell asleep on her shoulder and Jesy just laughed at her. I smiled at their childishness. We stood in the hotel lobby as Paul started to check us in. It was quiet around here, and I was thankful that the fans didn't know where we were. It would've been bad for me, as I can get panic attacks and asthma attacks, too.
"Okay, so I have seven rooms," Paul said. "So, Leigh-Anne and Jade share, Jesy have your own, Perrie have your own, Zayn have your own, Liam have your own, and Louis and Harry share, then there's one for Niall." Paul explained. I was glad I wasn't sharing with anyone, because I wanted to talk to Perrie.
We all went up to our rooms an I immediately grabbed my phone. I didn't know the time difference, but I knew Perrie would pick up if it was me. She'd assume something was wrong with her plan and she'd start panicking about it. She picked up on the fourth ring.
"Phoebe?" She sounded half asleep.
"Perrie," I started. "I can't pretend to date Zayn. It involves kissing him, and I can't kiss him. He's your fiance!" I whispered into the phone. I heard an exasperated sigh.
"I'm not going to be mad at you for kissing him. You kind of have to." She said, and I sighed myself.
"No Pez. I can't do it. It doesn't feel right, especially with-"
She cut me off. "Your celebrity crush. Yeah. I know." I heard her shuffling around on the other end. "Okay. Tell Zayn, but swear him to secrecy and act like a couple still." She said. A smile spread across my face.
"Perrie why can't I tell everyone?" I asked. I was confused by that. I hated the fact they were treating me like Perrie when I was Phoebe. It's not fair.
"Because who knows who will slip up to the press?" She asked. "How about this. You only tell someone if you feel it's necessary, and if you tell them, you let me know who you've told. Okay?" She asked. I smiled.
"Yeah. I'm going to talk to Zayn now." I said, and then bid farewell to Perrie. I looked down at my jeans that were cropped to the mid part of my calfs. I wiped the beads of sweat off my palms onto the top of the jeans and opened the door to my hotel room. I walked out to the corridor, and tried to remember which one Zayn's was. I knew Liam's was 394 so I went and knocked there. He opened the door with a smile. "Hi Liam, do you know which room Zayn's is?" I asked.
"Room 397." He said. I smiled and yelled a thank you over my shoulder as I practically ran down the hall, three doors down to Zayn's room. I knocked three times. I heard the footsteps of Zayn's shoes nearing. The door opened.
"Perrie?" He asked.
"Yeah, about that..." I trailed off. "Can I come in?" I asked. He nodded, looking confused. I walked in and sat down on the bed that was in the room. Zayn's room was practically the same as mine.
"What's going on?" He asked.
"I need to tell you something." I said quietly, looking down at my thumbs. "Something really important, so don't freak out, okay?" I asked.
"Okay..." Zayn trailed off.
"I'm not Perrie!" I blurted, and slapped a hand over my mouth. It wasn't supposed to come out like that. Zayn stood up, and folded his arms across his chest.
"What do you mean?" He asked.
I sighed. "I mean that I'm not Perrie." I said, and he snorted.
"Yeah, nice joke, Pez." He said, rolling his eyes and flopping on the bed.
"Zayn, honestly I'm not Perrie. My name's Phoebe, I know nothing about you personally, I'm Perrie's twin sister and she's visiting a friend who's sick. I'm pretending to be her for a while, and I felt really bad not telling you, considering the fact that Perrie's your fiance, and I'm not." I said. He sat up.
"You're not kidding? 100% serious?" He asked. I nodded.
Zayn looked down at his shoes. "Sooo..." He trailed off.
"Let's start again," I said. "Hi, I'm Phoebe. And you are?"
He grinned. "Zayn. Zayn Malik."
