Part five
The noise of traffic woke me up; I tuned over in bed to look at the clock. 5 am. I slid carefully out of my bed and pulled my hoody over my head; it had been washed and smelt distinctly of lemons. I walked slowly over to the window and pushed the curtains open. It was still dark as I peered down at the cars below. The headlights and lights on the buildings made patterns on the streets below as the rain began to fall. It may sound strange, but that's what I missed most about England. The rain. It was just so…refreshing. I slid open the doors and stepped onto the balcony. Slowly taking in the sights around me, I sat down and hung my legs off the side. I could feel the pull of gravity as I swung them over the edge. I looked down, breathing deeply, wow, everything just looked so magical. Someone coughed from behind me, causing me to jump. "Shit." I cursed.
I stood up and turned around to face whoever had come into my room. Niall? No…Zayn? "Zayn?" I asked, closing the doors to the balcony behind me. "Are you alright Lily?" He asked, I could hear the concern in his voice and I wondered what he was so worried about. "Um…yes. What are you doing in here?" I asked, still puzzled at why he was in my hotel room. "I couldn't sleep." He sighed, flopping onto my bed. I went and sat next to him, curling my legs up around my chest. "But that still doesn't explain why you're here." I asked again. "Well, I went for a walk and I saw your hotel door was open. I came to check if everything was okay." He smiled at me and I couldn't help but grin back. These boys were honestly amazing. Zayn lay down on my bed and sighed again, "I don't know what's wrong with me." He began, "I haven't been able to sleep ever since we arrived in London…" he finished, trailing off. "Zayn?" I heard soft breathing and then Zayn's chest began to lift up and down, he'd fallen asleep. Suddenly I felt my open eyelids slowly closing, and before I knew it I felt myself fall into a deep slumber.
I woke up to the rhythm of Zayn's breathing. I was lying on his chest and he had his arm around me. What? How? I slid out from his grasp and grabbing my clothes, I ran to the bathroom. 5 minutes later and I opened the door to see Zayn waking up. I leaned against the door frame and watched as he took in his surroundings. "Morning sleepy head." I laughed. He looked generally confused at why I was there. "You couldn't sleep…" I reminded him. He laughed as he remembered what happened. I picked up his t-shirt that had miraculously ended up on the floor and turned to throw it to him. That's when I saw someone standing at the door. Shit, I forgot to close it again. But unlike Zayn, this person didn't seem puzzled at why it was open, he looked angry. Zayn quickly grabbed the shirt out of my hand and pulled it over his head. "So what did you guys get up to last night?" Niall asked; his voice monotone and his face showing no expression. "Nothing" I laughed. Zayn dodged past Niall and ran out of the door, not looking him in the eye. "Well," said Niall, "I guess he got what he wanted…" "What do you mean?" I asked. "Oh. I think you know." Niall sighed, leaving the room and slamming the door behind him.