Difficult Love (Ziall Fanfiction)

Chapter 12

~I am so stupid, that only my heart knows what it fells.~

♧Niall's Pov♧

Our South America tour part ended. I really enjoyed being in Brazil. Harry threw me to the hotel's pool more than six times, we really enjoyed it. Now we are traveling to Ireland, my beloved country. I really want to see my mom. I need to tell her everything that had happened. Zayn walked toward the sit beside mine.

-"Hello Irish! Ready to go back to your country?"-

He started to smell my hair, and play with it.

-"Yeah. I really want to see my mom. I miss her a lot. I will call her to the hotel so I can spend at least one afternoon with her."-

I kissed Zayn's cheek playfully. He smiled at me and kissed my forehead.

-"Get a room Zayn!"-

-"Look who's talking Styles!"-

Harry was hugging a sleeping Louis. I smiled at him, and he smiled back.

-"Didn't you know you shouldn't walk in a moving airplane."-

-"I know, but this baby feel asleep over me, so I will carry him to a more comfortable place."-

-"Your bed?"-

-"Why not?"-

We all laughed. Harry sat in front of us. We keep speaking the whole way, until we were about to land in.

-"Hazz, waked Lou up."-

Liam said, without looking at us. He just woke up, in the perfect moment. 

-'Ok mate."-

He got closer to Louis, and started to murmur sweet words into his ear, until he lazily opened his eyes.

-"...Mmmm...What is it?"-

Lou got closer to Harry's chest, and Hazz smiled lovely.

-"We arrived Boo. We have to get out of the plane."-

-"Carry me on bride-Style...Styles"

We all smiled at Louis' cuteness.

-" You really love to play with my last name, don't yoy cupcake. But I can't carry you like that, baby. There will be too many paparazzi outside. I will carry around like that in our hotel room, okay?"-

-"...Fine..."-

Zayn got near me, and started to whisper.

-"They look like lovers. Maybe they like each other. Don't you think?"-

I only nodded. I had this conversation with Liam. Everyone should know I am the prince of Larry shippers. I have shipped them since 2010. Zayn smiled, and gave me his hand. I took it, and we both walked to the door. When we reached it, we let our hands go, and started walk alone.

There were fans screaming and many photographers. I really get nervous in these type of moments. Zayn noticed it and he got me closer, so I wouldn't fell to afraid. I know I should be used to this, but I am not. And it scares me quite more than what you may think.

We entered the hotel, and we moved to the VIP part. But there was a problem. There were many stairs, and I can't move that much due to the surgery I got on my knee.

-"Zayn..."-

All the guys were upstairs now, except Zayn.

-"Yes, love?"-

I blushed a little bit when he called me love. 'Am not used to it.

-"...I can't go upstairs...my surgery."-