Lessons Learned

Admission

Kaylyn's POV:

I stepped out of the shower the next morning, hearing groans coming from the other room.  I wrapped a towel tightly around me and walked out of the bathroom, finding Zayn sitting on the side of the bed, his head hung in his hands. "Morning baby,"

"Oh god..." he whined.

"A little hungover?" I smirked.

"You're hilarious."

I grabbed a bottle of water from the mini fridge then turned to grab two                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         aspirin from my purse. "Here ya go, love," I sat next to him.

"Thanks," he took the pills from  my hand and popped them into his mouth, then took a drink of water.  "What do we have today?"

"Two adio interviews, then lunch, sound check, meet n greet, then three more interviews, before dinner and then a couple hours before the show,"

Zayn nodded, looping his arm around my waist an pulling me closer to him. "Can't we have another day off?"

"You've already had 2," I laughed.  "Go back to sleep for a bit,"

"Only if you do too,"

"I have to get to work," I pecked a kiss on his lips and stood up. 

"Nooooo..." he clutched my hand, pulling me back, causing me to fall into his lap.

"You're gonna make me late," I giggled as he playfully planted kisses down my neck.

"Oh well," he shrugged, tightening his arms around my waist.  He pulled me over and laid down ontop of me, kissing my lips.

"Zayn Malik..." I said sternly.  "I have to go to work,"

He stopped and looked into my eyes, sticking out his bottom lip in a pout. 

"Don't even," I giggled putting my finger against his lip.  "I love you, baby."

"I love you too," he kissed me once more.  I escaped his grasp and stoood up.  "Getta outta here," he playfully slapped me on the ass.

I grabbed my bag, threw it over my shoulder, and opened the door. I turned to him once more and pecked a kiss into the air towards him.  

"Hurry up and get back to me," he smirked.

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Sierra's POV:

I came out of the bathroom to find Harry still laying in bed,  with a smirk on his face. 

"What's so funny?" I growled, pulling my hoodie over my t-shirt and jeans.

"Oh nothing," he chuckled.

I moved to the mirror and looked myself over.  I looked like hell. My skin was pale and pasty, with dark circles under my eyes.  I found Harry's reflection in the mirror, still staring at me from behind.  "What!?" I swung around and snapped.

Harry chuckled and shook his head, smiling.  "Nothing,"

"God damnit," I growled and pulled my curls into a messy ponytail. "I don't even care.  I'm so late,"

"With all that puking you've been doing all morning I can see why,"

I turned to shoot him a glare.   "Shutup,"