London Bridge

Zayn*6

London Bridge (Zayn*6)

He was nervous. That was obvious. He let out a breath; a light coating of mist covered the mirror in front of him. His eyes glanced to the clock on the wall, allowing him the brief relief of having time.

Don't get him wrong, he was excited. He was more than that really. He was ecstatic! Ever since he laid eyes on her, he wanted to take her out on a date. Finally, it was here.

But of course, he felt like he was back on the X Factor stage. The feelings that had appeared then were here now. Anxiousness, hope, and the chance of rejection. He just prays that this will go well.

A slight rapping on the door of his hotel room sounded, followed by the light turn of a knob and footsteps on the carpet. He heard the door close. Glancing at himself one last time in the mirror, he inhaled. Before stepping out of the confines of the room, he exhaled, a smile of excitement appearing.

I can do this, he thought determinedly. She likes me, and I like her. Nothing will happen.

He entered the sitting room, greeting the four other boys with a loud, "Do you not know your manners?"

The boy with brown hair, a striped shirt, and skinny jeans who was texting on his phone, answered with, "Yes, but you're not special enough for my manners." Zayn rolled his eyes at Louis, moving his gaze to the boy on the ottoman.

"What's up, mate?"

Liam gave him a smile, brushing his hair back to the side. He jumped slightly, earning a surprised look from Zayn. He scratched the back of his neck as he took out his phone from his back pocket. "Sorry," he checked the caller ID. "It's Danielle."

"No problem." Liam moved to the balcony, pressing the green button on his phone.

(A/N: I wrote this chapter when they were still together, so they'll be together for the entire story... Which are bout 12-15 chapters?)

He heard shuffling in the kitchen, knowing it was his always hungry Irish friend. The only one missing was...

Slap!

Zayn rubbed his butt, just as his curly haired friend appeared form behind him. "Nervous?"

Zayn scowled at Harry, not answering him. He shook his head at him, and moved to the kitchen. Obviously, Niall was there, pigging out on a sandwich. Once his blonde friend spotted him, he put down the sandwich, his mouth over filled with whatever was in it. "Hey mate," Niall said. Well, at least that's what it seemed like.

Zayn shook his head, grabbing a coke from the fridge. He jumped onto the counter in the middle of it, quietly watching the clock as it spun.

"Why don't you just go to her? It's not bad to be early," a voice from the entrance suggested.

Zayn's head spun in that direction, meeting Liam's gaze. His phone was still on his ear. "Danielle's idea," he clarified. "She can tell you're nervous from what I told her."

Zayn pondered over the idea. "It won't seem a little too, I don't know, anxious?"

"No. Don't worry mate, Felicity likes you. Don't doubt that," were Liam's reassuring words. Zayn gave him a grateful smile, clapping his friend on the shoulder before taking his jacket and leaving the suite.

While waiting for the lift, he was impatiently tapping to the rhythm of the music drifting through the halls. Suddenly, he remembered something. The bracelet!

When he was at Felicity's house, he had overheard her aunts talking about how she lost her bracelet and the description was that of the one he found on the stage. Then again, her name was on the back. Zayn ran back to the suite, sliding in the key card and then snatched the box from the nightstand where he left it.