Forbidden

Chapter sixty-eight

Vegas.

We're in Vegas, the last place I thought we'd be. Sunny day and a lot of traffic is what I'm seeing, the buildings all crammed next to each other but in a nice way.

The long flight here was spent me sleeping and getting carried to places by Zayn. He never urged me to wake up or walk on my own, quite the opposite he takes care of me all the time, using his gentler tone when he mumbles questions in my ear, like if I was okay, or needed something which I answered with incoherent words that turned to soft whines because I hated my sleep being interrupted, he'd chuckle and kiss my forehead then let me sleep peacefully again.

The air is very humid when we're stalking out of the cab and I'm kind of absentmindedly walking my eyes adjusting to daylight, if it weren't for Zayn guiding me by my waist I would have stumbled my way through the pavement. I do like staying close to him, I'm compensating the time we were forced to separate.

Tons of questions and not so good thoughts want to invade my mind but I keep myself distracted.

The hotel in front of us looks luxurious and huge, I cast a fleeting gaze around.

Zayn books a suite for us sounding exhausted and very serious, whereas Niall and Louis book one each their own.

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Once we're settled in the penthouse, the building looked like a hotel but now I saw that wasn't right, I quickly discard the dress throwing it at the farthest corner of the big room not wanting any reminder of the awful place I had to stay. Zayn helped me put up some of his pj's then I spent another two hours sleeping in this heaven of a bed.

When I wake up Zayn is hunched over the dresser and is trying to pick up some clothes because he's half naked strutting around in his boxers. I assume he has showered, I probably should take one too. I rub on my eyes and sigh while stretching a little enjoying the view his flawless body is.

He dressed up putting on some sweats and a hoodie, only then he noticed I'm awake, he frowns then smiled lightly at my probably puffy eyes.

Soon he's in front of me taking my hand, I yawn.

"Where-" I mumble with my furrowed eyes and a pout on my lips.

"Go shower then meet me at the kitchen yeah?" he rasped nonchalantly giving me a smile, I can't stop staring at him and listening to his voice intrigued.

"I don't have undergarments with me." I replied shyly, which made him sigh, piercing his lips together, his eyebrows crease.

We literally have nothing on us besides some of his clothes. And I don't know why we're here in another state that's so far away from our home. It isn't that depressing though, I just want to be with him, no matter which place.

I still miss my mum and dad. Moreover since I saw my dad in the news.

So many conflicting thoughts but I'm not concerned with them because I'm used to it.

I want to know why we're here though and we're kind of acting weird with each other. We're too careful. Too consumed with tip-toeing around each other because we have no clue what the other is thinking.

"I'll find you some." he told me after a while.

I cross my arms getting tired and annoyed at this, "How?"

There's no apparent reason I'm so short with him. Maybe I want a reaction for him that will bring some light to our bland conversations.

I sound so selfish and pushy. I should just enjoy Zayn taking care of me.