Stuck in the Middle

(Sorry I suck at updating but here's a chapter)

"Zayn!" I yelled as I barged into the men's bathroom. I didn't care that I wasn't supposed to be in here, I had to find him. He was sitting up on the basin and was almost asleep when I reached him.
"Zayn." I sighed as I reached out and cupped his cheeks with my hands. The sound of my voice made his eyes open slightly and he attempted to smile before letting his eyes close again.
I felt terrible. Guilty. If I had just stayed with him none of this would have happened. I lifted myself up onto the small space next to him and held his hand as I tried to think of what to do. What do you do to someone who's drink has been spiked? Take them somewhere safe? This seemed to be the safest place at the moment. But he needed to sleep it off and this wasn't a good place to do that.
"Harry?" I yelled out hoping that he would come back in and help me. I heard Zayn mumble something but couldn't make out the words.
"Harry!" I yelled again and this time I heard Zayn loud and clear.
"No, not Harry. Pick me."
My heart seemed to break at this and I knew I had to help Zayn without Harry.
"Okay Zayn I need you to hold onto me and stand up, can you do that?" I asked as I took his hand and placed it around my waist. He seemed to wake up enough to know what I was doing and stared at me for a few seconds, a very dazed look in his eyes.
"I know this might be hard because you're all drugged up on who knows what, but please walk with me and I'll get you somewhere safe." I said and he nodded.
"With you?" He asked and I smiled and nodded my own head in return.
We slowly got down from the counter we were sitting on and walked towards the bathroom door. He was leaning a lot of weight on me but I knew I had to let him do it if we wanted to move anywhere. We made it back to the VIP section and I found one of the boys security guards.
"Zayn's drink got spiked, we have to get him out of here." I yelled over the blaring music. He took a quick look at Zayn and nodded before pulling out his phone and calling someone.
"Okay there's a car out the back, I'll carry him there." He said and started to lift Zayn up and walk away.
"No. Demi." Zayn muttered as he started to get carried away from me.
"You better come too then." The security guard said to me and I quickly followed, holding onto Zayn's hand again as we walked out of the club and got escorted into a waiting car. As soon as he hit the plush leather seats he seemed to fall asleep, resting his head on my lap. I brushed his loose strands of hair off his face and started to trace his features with my finger without fully realising what I was doing. I just wanted him to know I was there with him and that he was going to be alright.
Eventually we got back to the hotel and security carried him up to his room.
"Maybe you should stay with him? Make sure he's alright, I'll be just across the corridor if you need me." The security guard told me.
"Um okay, thank you." I told him and walked back inside the room where he had placed Zayn on the couch. He was sleeping peacefully so I went and grabbed some blankets and draped them over him before settling down on the floor next to the couch myself. I couldn't bear to leave him so I cuddled into a blanket and once I was sure he was sleeping and his breathing was steady I closed my eyes.
When I woke I felt an arm around me and a body pressed up against my own. I knew it was Zayn. We must have looked stupid cuddled up together on the floor of an expensive hotel room but I didn't care, he was here with me and he was okay. I turned around so I was facing him and cuddled my head into him before falling asleep again.
When I woke again Zayn was also awake and playing with a ringlet of my hair.
"Hey." I whispered with a smile which he immediately returned.
"Hey you." He replied and kissed me lightly on the forehead.
"How are you feeling?" I asked and although he said he was fine I could tell he wasn't.
"Zayn. Your drink was spiked. How are you really feeling?"
"My head just feels fuzzy, but I'm glad you're here." He said as he wrapped his arm around me and pulled me closer.
I hugged him for a while before pulling away and going to the kitchen to cook him some breakfast.
That was until I saw that there was no food in the cupboards.
I looked over at him in clear confusion and he chuckled softly.
"Why do you think they have room service?" He mocked and I threw a nearby pillow at him.
"Zayn Malik when was the last time you cooked a meal?" I asked as I walked back over to him.
"Uh..." He paused.
"Okay just the fact that you hesitated is bad enough!" I laughed as I threw another pillow at him.
"Oh Demi, you don't want to start something you can't finish." He warned as he picked up the pillow.
I suddenly started to backtrack.
"No, no Zayn." I said as I started to slowly retreat backwards.
"What was that? I couldn't quite hear you?" He said as he stood up and grabbed a pillow from nearby.
I searched around and found one on the floor and quickly ran to it, we were both armed but I had a feeling he was going to win this one.
"Aren't pillow fights a bit girly for you?" I joked, trying for one last save.
He took that as his chance to thump me on the hip with his pillow before stopping to laugh at me.
I started to really hit him with my own pillow and after landing a few good hits while he was laughing he started to hit back too.
"Damn you and your muscles!" I yelled before his pillow got me in the mouth. We were both giggling like idiots and he dropped his pillow and picked me up as I continued to try and whack him.
He carried me back over to the couch and took the pillow out of my hands, placing it on the ground.
"Now, I've obviously won this so are you going to be a good loser and surrender?" He asked with a smirk.
"Never!" I yelled as I thumped him with a couch cushion. This was all it took for me to start hysterically laughing and he laughed with me before grabbing my wrists and pinning them above my head.
"Always have to win don't you?" He whispered teasingly as his lips hovered above my own.
He had rendered me speechless by now and all I could do was look at his beautiful face just inches from my own.
"I hate to say this and ruin the moment but I feel like crap." He said in defeat and let go of my wrists.
I sat up and gave him a hug.
"It's okay Zayn, I'll order some breakfast and maybe some Panadol or something for a headache." I said as I got up and walked towards the phone.
I looked back at him and smiled as I caught him staring at me, I could get used to looking after Zayn.