Bands Apart [On Hold]

12. Risks

Recap:

A picture of Perrie, and that Paris kid then popped up behind the lady's head as she spoke, and the whole world around me seemed to be drowned up in my rising sorrow.

That was when the first tear fell.

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Perrie's P.O.V.

I was going to call him, honestly I was.

　

I had even dragged myself out of bed early to do it, but never got the chance.

　

From the moment I opened my eyes, to the moment I pulled my tired self back into the hotel room I had been to busy to dial.

　

First Stacey dragged us all downstairs to eat a disgusting breakfest, then we were whisked off to the interview where I spent an hour in a chair getting make up smeared all over my face. Once I had done that I was then shoved on stage in front of a video camera to answer some stupid question that had relivance.

　

I do have to admit though I did enjoy answering the question about love, because thoughts of Zayn soothed any stress I had. Of course though the guilt from not calling him always ruined any good effect he had on me.

　

Finally when the interview was over I had sped over to my phone with the intention of calling him, but was whisked away by Stacey again to get ready for my date with Paris.

　

Originally I had been planning to stand him up by playing sick, but Stacey moved me along so fast I didn't get the chance to state my excuse.

　

So now after hours upon hours of all that I was laying down on my bed with my ear buds in as I tried to recover from the nausea Paris' distasteful smell gave me. He could've at least picked better perfume, and tried to stick the script.

　

Instead though he had spent the whole evening making me uncomfortable while the paps followed us around. All I could do was cross my fingers that Zayn hadn't seen any of the pictures because he might get the wrong impression.

　

The last thing I wanted to do was loose twenty-four hours after I got him. It was like getting that toy you always wanted, but loosing it forever an hour later, you felt horrible and like a failure at life.

　

That was the way I was beginning to feel now as I pressed paused on my playlist, and sat up. Next to me Jade was talking a nap, and in the other room Jesy and Leigh-Anne were doing who know's what.

　

That meant right now would be the perfect time to make that call.

　

Swallowing thickly, I carefully slid off the bed, and tip toed over to the hotel room's phone. Holding my breath I picked up the receiver slowly, then gently pushed the button's.

　

"Operater how may I help you." The bored woman's voice chirped on the other end, and I let out a slow breath of relief.

　

So far so good.

　

"Hello, I was hoping you could patch me through to the MayAura Hotel please." I said just above a whisper, and the lady was quiet for a moment as she typed on the computer.