"Sweetheart, we have to get up," Zayn whispered into my ear.
"Nooooooo," I whined, burrowing into his chest. "I'm so comfortable."
"Me too," he agreed. "But if we don't get down to breakfast in the next thirty minutes, Paul is going to barge in here and kill me."
I sighed but forced myself out of the bed. Zayn followed suit and meandered into his bathroom. A moment later I could hear the shower running. "I'm stealing one of the bathrobes, ok?" I called.
"Go for it," he said. "I'm going to hop in the shower. I'll see you in a few minutes, love." He poked his head out the door and gave me a quick peck on the lips.
I wrapped myself in the soft bathrobe and scooped up my clothes from the floor. I stuffed them into my purse and opened the door. Glancing to make sure no one was around I did a quick jog to my room down the hall and knocked on the door.
"Nice outfit," Niall smirked, opening the door.
"I know. Now let me in! I have to get ready!" I pushed past him and ran straight into a naked Harry. "Oh gross! Put some clothes on!" I groaned, covering my eyes.
Harry laughed. "You're not wearing much more than I am."
"Seriously, Haz! Please go put something on, you're burning my eyes," I walked past him and into the bathroom. I shed my robe and threw it out to him. "Wear this back to your room. Zayn's probably done with the shower by now."
I got into my own shower, letting the hot water burn away all my stress at seeing a naked Harry Styles. I stepped out ten minutes later, feeling completely refreshed and excited for the day. I dressed in some denim shorts and oversized white tee. I threw on a black fedora and some Toms before walking back into the bathroom to apply my makeup. Katie and Samantha were just emerging from their room so we walked down to the conference room where we were all having breakfast.
"How was your night?" Liam asked as we made our way down the buffet.
I scooped some eggs onto my plate. "It was good. How was yours?"
"Louis snores," he huffed.
"I do not!" Louis said from behind him.
"Yes you do!" All the boys responded in unison from around the room.
"You're all mental!" He declared, taking a seat next to Harry.
I followed him to the table, snagging the chair beside Zayn. I smiled to myself when his hand came to rest on my thigh. "HAND CHECK!" Louis yelled abruptly. Everyone's hands flew up by their head. He frowned at Zayn and I. "Bummer. I was hoping to catch you doing something I could make fun of you for."
"Please, Louis," Zayn said, rolling his eyes. "We're much to classy for that!" He smirked, hand returning to my lap and making its way down the waist band of my pants.
I giggled and tried to focus on eating my food. Zayn was making it very difficult to do so, but I managed to snarf down everything on my plate. "I should get my bag from upstairs. Someone want to come with me?" Thankfully Zayn removed his hand and I rose to my feet.
"I'm done! I'll come with!" Niall offered cheerily.
"Hooray!" I cheered, taking his hand in mine. We skipped out of the room, swinging our arms as we went.
"Weirdos," I heard Zayn mutter to himself.
We stopped at my room first to retrieve my suitcase before grabbing Niall's from his own room. "Whoops," I grinned as I tripped Niall while we were walking back to the elevator.
"Are you ticklish?" He asked, glancing at me from the corner of his eye.
"No," I lied quickly.
"I don't believe you!" He said, lunging for me. Before I knew it was on the floor in hysterics, his hands tickling me all over my sides.
"Stop! Stop! You win!" I begged, barely able to choke the words out. Niall finally stopped, and before he could move I launched myself at him, tackling him to the ground and tickling him. "Revenge is sweet!" I cackled as he rolled around, trying to escape my hands.
"I cave! Stop!" He breathed. I gradually stopped tickling him, and the two of us just laid on the hallway floor for a few minutes, trying to catch our breath. "It's a good thing everyone on this floor knows us. We look like freaks just lying here like this."
"You look like a freak," I amended. "I look fabulous at all times."
"You guys are absolutely bizarre," Louis said as he and Liam stepped out of the elevator.
"The hallway is not the best place to take a nap," Liam added. "We're supposed to leave in ten minutes, so better get down there with yours stuff." He pulled me to my feet and in turn I yanked Niall up to standing.
"Thanks, Liam!" I said, grabbing my bag. Niall and I deposited our bags with the rest of the group's stuff. "Look at all those people!" I exclaimed, looking at all the fans waiting outside the hotel.
"Gotta love them!" Niall said fondly. He waved at them excitedly and the little crowd let off a scream. "Maybe I'll go chat with them for a few minutes." He motioned one of the security guys to come with us and he pulled me out to follow them.
"Gemma!" A group yelled. I walked over to the group of teenage girls that had recognized me. "You're so pretty!" One of them said.
"Thank you so much!" I replied, smiling at them. "What are your names?"
"That's my sister's name!" I told the dark haired girl who had just introduced herself. I signed her notebook, still shocked that people actually wanted my autograph.
"Are you and Niall dating?" McKenzie asked.
I laughed. "Haha! That's a funny joke! I love Niall, but he's pretty much my best friend. That would be hella-weird."
"Hella!" Haley repeated. "I love your accent! You Americans sound so cool."
"Thanks!" I laughed. I chatted with them for a few minutes and promised to follow them on Twitter. When the other boys came outside I walked onto my bus, leaving them to do their thing with the loud group of fans.
That pretty much became our routine. Get to the hotel, go to the show, sneak into Zayn's room, spend the day on the bus while they did interviews, repeat. I was surprised at how easy it was to get used to the fans, though I never quite got over them asking me to sign things. Zayn spent every spare minute he could with me and I cherished all our time together. It was the night before I was supposed to go home that it hit me; I was absolutely head over heels in love with Zayn Malik.
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Free Falling (Zayn Malik fan fic)Fanfiction
Gemma Carlisle was 18 when her parents died in a car crash and she moved out to L.A. with her little sister. Now, two years later, she has scored the ultimate job: she's the new head of wardrobe for One Direction on their upcoming tour. As soon as s...