Finding Someone (Sequel to My Best Friend)

Chapter 9 - Life Is Confusing

AN: Hello everyone! I really hope you like this chapter. I feel like it's not my best, but I couldn't really think of another way to write it. And trust me. I tried. Many times. So yeah. Maybe it's just because I'm not in the best mood, but why take it out on you? Anyway, here's chapter 9!!!

Kari’s POV

            I sat as far away from Harry on the plane as possible. When we were able to have electronics I turned on my iPod and blasted everything from Ed Sheeran to Cher Llyod. I didn’t really care if he thought I was a moody teenage girl. I couldn’t talk to him. After the flight we were rushed through the airport to a waiting car that took us to the hotel. Oh great. We had to choose rooms. I wanted to room with Claire, but Niall beat me to it. Liam and Louis announced they were sharing a room. That left Harry, Zayn, and I. Zayn really didn’t seem like he cared who he shared with. I looked at Harry and he looked at me. We both knew what the other was thinking. One of us had to be a loner.

            “Zayn!” We yelled at the same time.

            “He’s sharing with me.” Harry informed me.

            “No. He’s sharing with me.” I stated. I grabbed Zayn by the wrist and literally drug him to the room number on the key Paul handed me. I saw Zayn look back at Harry and shrug. We were silent the whole way to the room. When we got there I fiddled with the room key until a luxurious hotel room was revealed. And thankfully there were two beds. I set my bag on the bed closest to the window. I never really understood why people hated to have their beds next to the window. I thought it was nice to wake up with sunlight sometimes. I turned to Zayn who was half unpacking, half staring at me.

            “Sorry about that back there.” I said quietly.

            “Don’t be sorry. I understand. I’m just a popular guy.” He said. I laughed.

            “Hey! I don’t see mobs of screaming people running after you.” He chuckled.

            “You’re right Zayn. I never thought I would admit but, you’re a popular guy.” I said unconvincingly.

            “Why thank you Kari. And don’t worry. You’re going to be popular real soon after what Harry did at that club.” He said referring to the kiss he gave me. I shook me head trying to forget about it. Zayn handed me a newspaper he must have gotten inParis. There was a picture of our kiss on the front page. Of course.

            Really? The front page?” I asked Zayn.

            “Yeah, but it’s okay. Nobody will remember it in a few days.” Zayn shrugged. I slowly nodded and threw the paper into the trash can.

            “Hey, do you still want me to talk to Perrie?” I asked, remembering our conversation before.

            “Um, it’s ok. I kinda ended it.”

            “Oh. I’m sorry Zayn. Why?”

            “I guess I just thought Perrie trusted me more than she did. And I want someone I can trust and will trust me. There are always other fish in the sea.” He said looking directly at me.

            “That’s good reasoning.” I said ruffling his hair.

            “Kari!”

            “Zayn!” I mimicked. He came closer and grabbed me hands, pulling them behind my back. He then shoved me face down onto the bed. I squirmed for freedom, but he came and sat down right on top of me.