Half A Heart

Chapter 22

Jess’ POV again

“Fuck my life!” I practically scream, throwing a random book from my beside table at the wall where it bounced off and landed on the floor, folding some of the pages.

“Woah, Jessie, calm down,” Zayn freaks out, holding my arms at my sides.

I breath heavily, staying silent for a moment.

“So why exactly are you murdering books?” He questions, walking over to pick it up, “Or is it just this book in particular?”

“Shut it, smartass,” I groan, lying down on the bed in our hotel room. I’m sharing one with Zayn because he’s my best friend.

“I didn’t say anything remotely smart,” he pretty much insults himself before furrowing his eyebrows.

“This conversation is going nowhere,” I huff, looking up at the ceiling with anger probably radiating off of me.

“Just tell me what’s up,” he coos, lying down next to me.

“Louis, my mom-”

“What’s up with your mom?” He asks and my eyes widen. I forgot I only told Louis that.

After explaining the whole thing to him, he frowns but nods anyway.

“So what is it about Louis that’s upsetting you?” This boy and his excessive amount of pointless questions.

“Where have you been this whole time?” I muse, “I thought he was my boyfriend, he thought otherwise, he’s kind of an ass but I’m still head over heels for him.”

“So should I insult Louis now or distract you?” He asks, leaving me confused.

After a while of silence he realises I don’t get what he means, “I just mean that I suck at comforting people so tell me what I should do.”

“Oh...” I pause briefly, “Um...”

“Distract me,” I conclude, the long conversation about Perrie Edwards starting up. I laugh along to some of his stories, but at other times I listen intently, to how passionate and in love he sounds when he talks about her. You can tell he absolutely adores her and he won’t shut up about it, but I find it sweet.

“GET YOUR BUTTS OUT HERE!” An Irish accent comes from outside the door to our hotel room.

I stifle a laugh, getting up and following Zayn to the door.

“GET OUT HERE RIG- Oh hi,” Niall stops mid-sentence when we walk out.

“What’s the emergency?” I yawn, adjusting my shorts (loose pajama shorts).

“Get in loser, we’re going shopping,” Niall hollers, talking in a stereotypical high pitched voice.

“I don’t want to go shopping!” I shake my head, practically hiding behind Zayn’s broad frame.

I’m only wearing pajama shorts a crop top, my hair loosely in a bun and my face free of makeup. Not that I usually wear that much makeup anyway.

“Actually we’re going to an interview,” Liam speaks up from behind Niall, sliding his arms into his coat and adjusting the collar.

“Oh ok, let us get changed first,” I also gesture to Zayn’s boxers. Yeah that’s all he’s wearing.

Louis walks out and his eyes widen slightly, a flash of something in his eyes for a millisecond but I don’t know what, before he goes back to his usual facade; a simple pokerface...

“Yeah, I don’t think Zayn can do the interview in that,” Niall trails off, raising his eyebrows at Zayn.

“You didn’t tell me we had an interview today,” Zayn grumbles, slipping his hand into mine and pulling me into our room again.