This Feels Like Falling in Love

Chapter Twenty

"Are you sure you don't want me to stay with you?" Zayn asked tenderly, buttoning his shirt up.

"Naw, it's just an evening. I'll be fine with just the tv and some ice cream. Besides, going for a few drinks with Harry can't hurt." I smiled up at him, planting a soft kiss on his cheek. "I'm not a baby, I don't have to be watched all the time! Besides, I have Liam tonight." His chocolate brown orbs stared deep into mine. 

"You're beautiful."

"Have fun! Stay safe babe." I gave him a hug and soft kiss before he was out the door. He looked so handsome when he wore red, it was my favorite color on him. 

I plopped down onto the bed, turning on my blackberry. 

One unread message.

Probably Liam, I thought to myself. 

Pizza n movies ? open t door ! x Nialler

I rushed over to the white hotel door, dressed in only my baggy Victoria's Secret gray sweatpants and a large 1D sweatshirt. 

"Hey!" Niall smiled down at me, blue eyes twinkling. 

"Hey! Sorry about my outfit... I wasn't really expecting any visitors..." He quickly scanned me up and down then pointed to himself.

"I'm not dressed exactly well either!" He chuckled loudly. That was one of the many things that I absolutely LOVED his laugh. I smiled back at him. Niall just made anyone and everyone feel comfortable around him... It was just the way he was. "So, um... Pizza??"

"Oh! Right, sorry, you can put that over here." He lay the Pizza Hut box down onto the glass table in the corner of the room.

"Olives and Pepperonni, your favorite?" 

"Yup!" I smiled, surprised he remembered. It was the little things that he did to show how much of a gentleman the little Leprechaun was. 

We both grabbed plates and pilled on slices of pizza, getting ready to watch a movie on demand. We decided to settle with an Iron Man marathon, watching both movies in a row. 

Hours and hours went by, and soon enough Niall and I both gave in to the temptation and let our eyes fall shut. I woke up to the sounds of someone walking down the hallway, rubbing my eyes and staring at the room quizically, not remembering falling asleep on the couch. I walked over to the bed, having to squint to see the digits on the small digital clock. 4:38. And still, no sign of Zayn. He wasn't one who stayed out very late usually, and I knew that one of the security guards or someone would probably escort them home before it was too too late... unless the boys were off doing something stupid without the guards. 

When the clock hit 5 I started to get a bit worried about Zayn. Where was he? I could easily call Amanda, or walk down the hall and ask if Harry was back yet, but I didn't want to bother other people.

I watched the clock as it slowly turned to 6, and the sky started to lighten and turn into an ashy blue. Where the fuck was Zayn?!?