Addicted z.m

Chapter 27

Spencer's POV

It was the Monday school let back in.

All that kept running through my mind as we set back on the road was what Niall would think when I didn't turn up in my seat right next to him in biology.

What would he think when I didn't sit next to him at lunch?

What would he think when I didn't show up at his "football" practice after school or wasn't waiting in the back where we normally met?

What the hell Spencer? Where were you today? His text read as we passed through the rural areas of France.

Still in France. Our vacation is running a little overtime... I replied.

How long is this overtime going to take? I could imagine the annoyance in his voice.

I'm not sure yet. How was your first day back? I changed the subject.

Shitty. I had my hopes set on seeing you. It was a pain going through half an hour of Louis's stupid jokes that, if you haven't noticed, have no punch line without you.

I laughed at the screen and I saw in the corner of my eye Zayn looking over at me.

"What's so funny?" He asked.

"Nothing," I fibbed, tapping away at the screen. "How much longer?"

"Another couple hours," he shrugged.

"Ugh," I groaned. "I'm getting restless."

"You're worse that a five year old," he laughed.

"So I've been told, " I joke.

He rested his arm on the divider and I instinctively held onto his hand. He squeezed mine in response and stayed quiet.

The next two hours passed by quicker than expected. They were filled with texts from Niall and some French music I couldn't understand a lick of.

Soon enouch we were passing by a sign that read Welcome to Paris with the french version on top. I sat up straighter to get a good look out the window and a smile spread across my face. I got excited with every scooter I saw and the antique looking buildings.

It had been a long time since I'd been to Paris. And the first time I went was just as magical as this one. Seeing the Eiffel Tower gave me the same excitement as it did all those years ago. Passing by the Arc de Triomphe carried the same affect.

He hadn't been exaggerating when he said if I didn't like the amount of money he spent on the hotel in Barcelona, I wouldn't like the one in Paris.

It was massive and extremely intimidating. The people who entered it looked like they cost as much as the hotel itself.

"W-We're staying here?" I stuttered.

"Yeah, let's go," he opened the door and climbed out of the car. He got the bags out of the trunk then came around to open the door for me. I hesitantly stepped out , and like I had expected, we got strange looks while entering the building. The lobby was worse. A fancy couch that provided seating 360° around sat in the middle of the left side of the lobby which was also decorated with a bar and the entrance to a fancy restaurant.

The other side was filled with busy concierges and frantic guests who had mistakes with reservations or trying to allow their overly expensive pet in the hotel's provided kennel/pet-spa. Attached to the right side was a grand stair case that led to a hallway that branched off into two different directions.

I was speechless. I couldn't find any words to say. I wanted to scream at Zayn for paying for a place that was so grand and luxurious; but I wanted to attack him with hugs and kisses for even considering that I deserved to even step foot inside this place.