After many assurances that she would be fine driving by herself, I was forced to say good bye to Hannah after tonight's show. "You call me the instant you go into labor. Understood?" Her voice was firm, but I could hear the excitement in it.
"Absolutely. Now that I'm in the U.S. I can talk to you every day," I smiled, hugging her again. "Love you, Han."
"Love you too," she told me. She gave each of the boys one last hug, lingering the longest with Niall, before getting into the car and taking off.
"You all right, love?" Zayn asked as we walked back to the tour bus.
"I'm fine. I'm just going to miss her," I sighed.
"I understand. I have absolutely no regrets about what I do, except that it keeps me away from my family. People don't realize how hard it is." He rubbed my hand with his thumb.
"At least I've got you," I murmured.
"You've always got me," he replied. He kissed my temple before settling down on his bed, which was a bottom bunk. "Shall we have a snuggle?"
"It's like you read my mind," I grinned. I climbed on to the bed beside him, and snuggled into his chest. Even though we'd made up yesterday, I'd bunked with Hannah since it was her last night with us. "It's been a long time since I've seen those tattoos."
"Nice try, but I'm not taking off my clothes," he smirked.
"A girl can dream."
"Oh excellent! Cuddle puddle!" Harry clapped his hands together and proceeded to lay down, turning me into a One Direction sandwhich.
"This bed isn't nearly big enough for three," Zayn exclaimed.
"Especially when one of them is as massive as Gemma," Harry agreed, though he didn't move.
"Just telling it like it is," he shrugged.
"Shall we make him move?" I whispered to Zayn. When he nodded I smiled. "Kiss me."
"Do you need a reason?" I questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"Good point." He pressed his lips to mine chastely.
I immediately shoved my tongue into his mouth, throwing myself into the kiss. Within a second of noticing what we were doing Harry was off the bed and frowning at us. "That's gross. I'm going to go play a video game."
"Clever girl," Zayn praised after I broke away. "You should try and get some sleep. You look exhausted.
"I'd rather make out with you. I'm not terribly tired," I replied.
But the massive yawn that escaped my mouth gave me away and Zayn just kissed my forehead. "I'm going to go put on some pajamas."
"Are we really both sleeping on a twin bed?" I giggled, when he returned a moment later.
"I don't want to spend another night without you." He climbed under the covers with me, taking up all the empty space.
"We don't fit very well," I pointed out.
"We just have to snuggle up close then," he replied.
"I like the way you think." I rested my head on chest while he wrapped his arms around my body, securing me to him. "I've missed this."
"Me too. I don't like it when you're not in my bed." His voice was groggy and soon enough the two of were fast asleep in each other's arms.
"Time to get up!" Niall yelled loudly the next morning.
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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...