Serendipity

Chapter 6

We got to Zayn's hotel room. He swiped his key card, and pushed the door open. I followed him in, and looked around. His hotel room was 10x better compared to anything I'd ever stayed in. To the left was a mini kitchen and directly across from it were three comfy looking couches all angled towards a flat screen TV. I could make out a room from the place I was standing and was positive the beds in there would allow you to sleep forever.

“Nice place, huh?” Zayn asked looking over at me. I hoped to God I didn't have a ridiculous expression on my face or anything. “Very nice,” I commented.

He motioned for me to follow him and headed towards the bedroom. I hesitated, but followed him slowly. I felt a bit nervous since I'd never been in a bedroom with a boy before. Except for my little cousin but that was a whole other story. He put his stuff down and flopped down on the bed.

"What are we going to do?" he asked. I stood there awkwardly."I don't know, room service?" I suggested. "That's a great idea,” he said smiling and tossed me the menu from his bedside table. Thank God, I thought to myself; I was starving. "Order whatever you want. I'm going to take a shower before the food gets here,” he said standing up and making his way to the bathroom. “Uh...okay, do you want me to order anything in particular?” I asked. "Hmmm, how do you feel about pizza?” He asked raising his dark eyebrows. “I think that's just what we need,” I replied smiling. “Great, the phone is over there by the table,” he said pointing to a sleek coffee table a few feet from his bed and disappeared in to the bathroom.

Zayn's room smelt like him. I could smell this for the rest of my life and be happy. Get a grip, I thought to myself. I called room service, and ordered a pizza. I heard the shower turn on and wondered if this was awkward. As nice as it might be, I didn't think I should be imagining Zayn showering. I turned the TV on. I flipped it to Jeopardy!, a good distraction.

About 10 minutes later, I heard the bathroom door click. Zayn walked out with just a white hotel towel wrapped around his body. What in the world? I thought. Would it be inappropriate of me to look at him or should I just continue watching Jeopardy?

“Jessica?” Zayn said. “Yeah?” I asked not taking my eyes off the screen. “Jessica,” he repeated. “What, Zayn?” I replied still looking at the screen. He let out a laugh and stood right in front of me. Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God I thought to myself. “Uh, Zayn? I can't really see the screen, do you mind moving over?” I asked, desperately trying to teleport to the couch next to the one I was sitting on.

He started laughing really hard. “You're so cute, why are you so scared?” he asked between fits of laughter. “I'm not scared, I was just being polite,” I retorted getting up and sitting on the couch farthest away from him. He got up from the couch he was sitting on and sat beside me. "Need a hug?" he held his arms open. I turned away and walked back to his room. I heard him run behind me and I walked even faster. Just as I entered the room, I felt two arms wrap around me.

"Hey!" I shrieked as we fell over on the bed. I rolled us, trying to get out of his grasp. "Zayn!" He paused, on top of me. Note that he was still only wearing a towel, so this was pretty scary. I looked into his face, and saw his beautiful dark eyes staring back into mine. Were we actually having a moment? He leaned down, readying to kiss me. It seemed like I was actually going to let him too.

Then there was a knock on the door.

"Shit,” he murmured. He loosed his grip on me; and I scrambled out and ran to the bathroom to compose myself.

I'm honestly the biggest loser in the world I thought to myself as I paced the bathroom. I decided it was safe to go out so I cracked open the door. Zayn was answering the door so I decided to stay where I was. There wasn't any point in causing unnecessary drama if someone were to see me.

I saw Zayn walk back to his room. "Zayn?" I called out from the bathroom. "Who is it?" "Oh, it's just the room service guy." He said looking over his shoulder to glare at him. I stepped out of the bathroom and made my way over to him. "Oh, here,” I said reaching in to my pocket and pulling out a crumpled $20 bill. "Don't worry, I got it,” he said shooing my hand away. "No really Zayn, you don't have to pay!" I protested as he walked out of the room. "I want to!" He called back. I ran after him but stopped in the living room so the room service guy wouldn't see me.

"How much?" I heard Zayn ask him. "$8.25,” the voice replied. Zayn picked some bills out of his wallet. "So," the guy asked. "Is she a babe?" Was he referring to me? I thought horrified. Zayn shoved the money at the guy's chest hard enough so that he stumbled back into the wall. "Fuck off," then he slammed the door. He turned around to see me standing there.

"What was that about?" I asked. "What?" He pointed behind himself. I nodded. "Oh, nothing. Just chattin' it up,” he answered. I raised an eyebrow. "Okay..." I said not completely satisfied with his answer. “Let's eat,” he said making his way to the couch. "I told you to use my money," I said. "And I said I didn't want to," he smiled. “You're impossible,” I said shaking my head. “Fine, next time we'll split,” he answered opening up the box of pizza.

Next time? Sweet. "Okay," I sat down on the couch and took the slice he offered me. He went to the mini fridge and grabbed two drinks. He handed me one, then sat down on the other side of the couch. "Thanks," I said. He flipped the TV on. There wasn't anything on, and it soon became background noise over our conversation. We ended up talking about kissing.

"You know we were about to, before room service knocked on the door?" He pointed out. I blushed. "No, I wasn't going to let you, remember what I said?” I answered playing with the now empty pizza box. "I think even you forgot what you said for that moment,” he said. "No way, you just caught me off guard,” I replied. "Well, maybe I should do that more often..." he said quietly and took the pizza box out of my hands. "I don't think so," I said smiling. I admit, I was probably being a big prude, but I would never sacrifice my morals. Not even for a guy who was as amazing as Zayn was. I decided to lighten the mood.

"Zayn..." I whispered in his face.

"Yeah..." he responded automatically, still watching my eyes.

"ZAYN!" I shouted this time, and made him jump.

"What?" He came back, blinking. I was laughing really hard.

He started grinning. "Jessica, what was that for?"

"I just wanted to see what would happen." I said through my laughing. I fell back onto a pillow and he began tickling me. I laughed even harder. "Zayn, stop!" I was giggling as hard as ever. "Nope," he grinned. "Stooop!" He kept tickling me. Then, he picked me up and swung me around. I shrieked. "Zayn, really! I can't breathe!" He set me down on my feet against a wall. I was panting hard, but still smiling. He laughed. When my breathing was somewhat normal, he lifted my chin up with his fingers. He looked into my eyes, giving me a smile, which I returned. "Hey, you okay now?" He asked. I nodded.

"Good," Still holding my chin, he pressed my lips onto mine. No one stopped him this time. He lingered there for a bit, before he pulled away. His lips were everything I imagined, soft and smooth, and like they were made to fit mine. I opened my eyes and looked into his. "What was that for?" I whispered. "I just wanted to see what would happen,” he whispered back. I smiled. “I guess I caught you off guard, huh?" he asked smirking. "I guess you did," I answered.

He wrapped his arms around my waist, and pulled me close again, closing any space between our lips.