I Can Love You More Than This

Chapter 2 Roadtrip

"Zayn! We're on in thirty!"

"I'll be there!"

I opened my eyes groggily, but decided to keep them closed since my effort was weak. I was in a familiar room, and on a familiar couch.

I was back in Zayn's room and I could here Zayn walking back to me. I closed my eyes. He kissed my head lightly and lay and a jacket over me.

"I'll be back, and when I'm back, please be up," he whispered in my ear.

I heard him grab another jacket and then walk out the door, closing it softly as he left. I lay still for a second, eyes closed. Slowly I opened my eyes and touch my forehead and started fangirling right there on the couch.

He kissed me!

I grinned like a child who got ice cream. My head pounded against my skull and I'm pretty sure I was bruised but it didn't matter, I fangirled on that couch anyway.

After a minute or two I figured I was truly alone right now. Jackie wasn't here, and I hadn't seen my dad all day since getting here. The boys were probably getting ready by the stage to go on in just a few moments. I could hear thousands of screaming fans out in the stadium.

We were in Georgia. My dad flew me and Jackie out here a few days ago to Grandma's house, to come and travel with him and the boys until we reached California. Jackie was having fun despite the muggy weather and seemed to get along with my family. we only brought a small amount of clothes, because we figured, we'd just buy clothes along the way.

With my dad joining in on the U.S. touring of One Direction, he was being paid significantly well. But I didn't see him as much- as if I saw him a lot before. My mom and dad separated when I was nine but my mom didn't genuinely get over him until she moved to the San Fernando Valley to live with her boyfriend- taking me along with her.

Once I was seventeen, I started to save money, and get jobs- I babysat kids on my block, I worked at Starbucks and a Chinese Restaurant, and I also tutored kids in biology, English singing and music reading lessons and taught how to play guitar, bass, sax, piano and ukulele. I got paid for all of it. By the time I was eighteen, I had saved up almost ten thousand dollars. And on Graduation night, I moved out, leaving a note with my mom saying that I'd be fine, and to not worry. Me and my best friends Salma and Jackie moved to Long Beach, where I was transferred to another Starbucks and was also working at a Thai place called Thai Smile. We got a three bedroom three bath with a loft condo and had been living there ever since.

None of our parents knew where we lived but I did talk to my dad regularly, even having lunch with him in Culver City a few times. A few days after moving into the condo, he told me he was going away for a while, on tour with One Direction, and that, on June twenty-first, Jackie and I were to start touring along with them so I could spend more time with him. I told my boss at Thai Smile that despite just starting to work there, I would have to leave for a five weeks. He let me go, say his son would fill in and my job would be waiting when I got back. On June 15, me and Jackie left to see the United States in style.

I sat in that room, thinking how crazy things got in such a short notice. I checked the time; only An hour into the show and I had spent my time thinking back on less than a month ago. I looked around the room; the mirror lights were on and on the counter were a few things- Zayn's iPhone and Blackberry, a brush, hair gel, two colognes, two RayBan's and a pair of RayBan Aviators. On a rack behind me were some clothes. Tank tops, shirts, shorts, pants, and two Letterman jackets. I lifted his third Letterman jacket off of me and hung it up on the rack. I turned back around and noticed a sticky note on the mirror.

"Jazmine, if you wake up, you should come to the stage if you feel better, I don't want you waiting in here by yourself. Jackie is already at the left wing of the stage.