"Miss, we're here," Arnold, the driver, informed you as the car came to a stop.

"What?" You ask, looking out the window and seeing the swarm of fan girls and paparazzi. 

"Oh, okay. Thank you, sir," You say, putting your phone and headphones away.

"Miss, you don't need to call me that. It makes me feel old. Call me Arnie," He says, flashing you a smile.

"Will do, Arnie. As long as you call me Y/N." You return the smile as he hands you a hoodie and some sunglasses. 

"What are these for?" You ask as you furrow your eyebrows.

"Mr. Malik asked me to give them to you. I assume they are so you don't get recognized as easily, Miss," He says as a smile makes it's way to your face.

"Thank, Arnie." You take them and put the hoodie on, recognizing the scent as Zayn's.

Arnie comes around and opens the door for you and you thank him as you step out into chaos. 

At first, everyone is swarming you and attacking you, mistaking you for one of the boys. As soon as you step into sight, they back off slightly, recognizing it's no person of interest.

Thank God for this enormous hoodie.

Halfway through the mass of people, a hand yanks at the back of your head, pulling the hoodie down.

Damn it.

"Oh my God! Y/N, Y/N, Y/N! Please can I have a picture with you?!"

"Y/N, can you say 'hi' to Niall for me, please? Tell him to follow me! My twitter handle is-"

"Y/N, who are you here for? Are you and Niall even together anymore?"

Thousands of flashing lights blind your view as you keep your head down and try to keep pushing through the crowd.

You feel a hand come down and grab yours and you pull your hand away instantly, not knowing who it was.

"Relax, it's me, babe," A familiar voice yells.

You look down and the sleeve of tattoos on a tanned arm comes into view. You take comfort in the familiar sight and grab it instantly. His arm pulls you through people as you make your way to the hotel doors, away from the madness.

"Well, that didn't go as planned," You laugh, fixing your hair.

"No, I guess not," Zayn laughs along with you. "How are you, babe?" He asks, taking you into a hug. 

"You look extremely good in my hoodie, by the way." You know he's smirking and that causes you to blush.

You hug him back. "Shut up," You laugh. "But I've been pretty good. It's really lonely without all of you being a pain in my ass 24/7, though," You smile as you look into his eyes.

"Yeah well it's too quiet around here. Besides Eleanor, there's been nonstop testosterone for the past three months," He says.

"Where are the rest of the guys?" You ask him. "Is Niall here yet?" You ask him, getting excited at the thought of your boyfriend being so close to you after a long time apart.

"We're all chillin' upstairs in my room. Niall is still out, doing God knows what. So the plan is working so far," Zayn says, leading you to the elevator.

"Good, it would suck if this whole thing was ruined because of the paparazzi or fan girls uploading some picture on Twitter, though." You step into the elevator and Zayn presses the button.

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