About a ten minute drive we get to a small and very british home. I would only guess that Perrie picked it, I could be wrong. Zayn grabs our bags as I push my hands in my long coat and admire it.
"You like it?" Zayn smiles at me.
"Of course!" I nod.
"Well come on in!" He leads Harry and I up the small black stairs as he twists the knob open. Harry and I strip out coats off ad Hang them on some hooks on my left next to the door.
"Where is Perrie?" I grab Zayn's shoulder as he tries to go get the rest of our bags.
"She will be here soon. You asked me not to tell her that you came. I just asked her to go get us some breakfast, she's probably chatting with lovely Marilyn." He shrugs his shoulders.
Zayn gets the rest of the bags and sits on the couch.
Harry is awfully quiet for some reason. I don't think he feels comfortable just yet.
"Do you guys want to rest?" Zayn asks."head on up!" He leads up stairs to a bedroom on the right. Unlocking the wooden door to a white room with a window to my left. A large king sized bed lays in the middle with blue sheets along with some big fluffy white pillows on it. A big white dresser to my right and a laptop on top of it.
"I tend to come here from time to time when I get in an argument with Perrie." He taps my shoulder and Harry moves closers to me.
"Wait.. You and Perrie share a room?"
"Yeah, we're engaged." He smiles.
"Engaged? Wow that's great news." He shocks me but not quite. I'm not so surprised. They have always acted like a couple and to come and think about it, I had never thought twice about asking if they were together. They were always like... Harry and I?
"It is! I'll let you guys be for a couple of minutes!" He winks at me.
"Yeah... Sure." I clear my throat.
Zayn shuts the door and Harry still doesn't speak.
"When are we gonna see your mum?" I take him by surprise.
"Last day we are in England, so like sunday?"
"Harry.. I wanted to meet her like today."
"No way in hell." He lays on the bed and shakes his head repeatedly.
"Why?" I curiously ask.
"Lots of reason. I don't want to see her." He tries to end the conversation by shutting his eyes.
I lay next to him admiring his face.
"You know, I thought you'd fire back at me."
"How so?"
"Like wanting to meet my father."
"No, I understand if you don't want me to. That is your business. I will not force it upon you, whenever you are comfortable works for me." He keeps his eyes closed and his larger hands on his chest. His wise words make me think twice. The smirk made upon his face makes me doubt myself over and over again.
I hear a female voice downstairs, no doubt in my mind it's Perrie. I swin the door open the run as fast as I could down the stairs. Perrie is arguing with Zayn as he is opening the door for her while she is carrying two large paper bags.
"Well you could have at least taken one bag." She laughs as she sets them on the floor then casually takes off her beanie, not even noticing at I was on the stairs. Zayn gives me a smile as she hears Harry's footsteps right behind me.
"ELEANOR!?" Perrie finally sees me and I run into her arms. Tears start streaming down her face as she hugs me so tight. "Are you alright? How have you been? When did you get here?" She lets go of me for a minute after questioning so fast she pushes me back into her chest as she hugs me tighter and tight as if she was a relative that I haven't seen in so long, which I guess is true. Perrie is a lot like a sister to me.
