I'll Be Here for Forever || z.m.

Chapter Three

After the show was over, I said my goodbyes to Ryan and Robin and went out the back door to be greeted by hundreds of fans. I quickly checked my phone, to see that I had too many twitter mentions to count. Erica was right.... Twitter DID blow up.

I pulled my Sharpie out of my pocket and made my way down the line, signing autographs for everyone who wanted them. For the ones that wanted pictures, they held out their phone or camera or whatever they had and snapped a picture and I smiled along. I loved my fans, don't get me wrong, I just couldn't believe that so many people had gotten here so fast! It'd only been twenty, thirty minutes tops!

After I finished, I hopped into the limo with Brody and Erica. I panted, worn out from weaving in and out of all of those teenagers.

"What's wrong?" Erica gave me a funny look.

"Nothing," I coughed.

"Are you getting sick?" She eyed me suspiciously.

"No, no I'm fine, just tired," I leaned back, suddenly ready for a nap.

She leaned over and placed her left hand on my foread. "You're warm. You are getting sick. You're going to the doctors," Erica scrolled through her phone, found what she was looking for, then put the phone to her ear.

"Hi, this is Erica Bridges, Kendall Tomlinson's manager. I was just wondering if I could get her an appointment for later on today? Preferably around one?" She said sweetley. She really knew how to turn on the charm. "Great, thanks! We'll be there!" She hung up and looked at me.

"Er, I do NOT need to go to the doctors! I'm just tired, honest," I said, faking sleep.

"You are eighteen years old. It's ten-thirty in the morning. You should not be this tired. Brody and I will pick you up in two hours at your hotel. Be ready!" Erica all but pushed me out of the limo when we arrived at the hotel.

As soon as I walked into the lobby, I was greeted by a very groggy Harry Styles at the Starbucks koisk.

"Hi," He yawned, causing me to yawn, too.

"Good morning, sleepyhead!" I exclaimed.

"Where," *yawn* "were you?"

"I was on TV while you were snoozing," I rolled my eyes at him as we walked into the elevator.

"Hey, we were up until nearly three last night watching Paranormal Activity two, and I couldn't sleep after that even! Your brother had to check under the bed for monsters," He joked.

I laughed as I pressed the button for the sixth floor.

"Zayn wasn't there... Any ideas where he might've been?" Harry's eyebrow was the second one to be raised at me today.

"Nope, haven't seen him since you guys left last night," I lied, biting my lip.

"You're lying," Harry pointed a knowing finger at me.

"No, I'm not, I'm really not. I haven't seen him." More lies.

"Whatever," He practically sang.

"Harry Styles, would I lie to you?"

"Yes," He looked at me.

"You're impossible." I rolled my eyes and stepped out of the elevator.I practically ran to my hotel room, the only goodbye I gave Harry being me turning around and sticking my tongue out my my mouth before unlocking my room.

I sat on my bed, waiting for it to be twelve thirty. I was so bored. All that I could think about was Zayn, my doctors appointment, dinner tonight, and Zayn some more.