Misunderstood

Different Things, And More Different Things

                       Once we are in the hotel, I feel a little relief from the happenings and the past. Zayn's become somewhat different, too. He's become quieter... I can tell there's something up, but I don't understand what. "Zayn?" I ask pulling the blankets of our bed to my chest. Zayn pulled some pajama pants out of the drawer. He was still in his towel, his hair dripping water.

                             "Yeah?" He replies, walking into the bathroom. I lay on my back, staring up at the ceiling. "Are you okay? You seem... quieter." I turn over on my side and look at the blank TV. "What do you mean, babe?" He comes from the steamy bathroom dressed in his pajama pants, no shirt, and his hair was still dripping. "You have been distancing yourself, I guess..." I watch as he rubs the towel through his hair to dry it some. 

                                  "I don't exactly know what you mean." He takes the towel into the bathroom. "Nevermind.." I say turning back onto my back. "Sara... I know I can tell you anything. That's pretty obvious. There is nothing wrong." His voice wasn't at all convincing. I was beginning to worry. He hasn't really kept secrets before this one... "Promise?" I held my breathe waiting for his answer. "Yeah.. Promise." I release the air in my lungs and swallow. I knew he was lying.

                               Zayn crawls into bed with me and I turn away from his. "Sara? What's the matter?" I shake my head. "Nothing.. I just feel sick. I'll be right back." I stand to leave the bed. When I begin to walk off, I feel a hand on my wrist. "Sara... If this is about what I said.." I stop him. "It's not. I just feel like... I feel sick." What I said was true. I didn't feel all that well.

                              Maybe it was travel, but I really did feel sick. "Okay." Zayn lets go  of my wrist and i leave to the bathroom. As soon as I enter, I turn, lock the door, and fall on my knees in front of the toilet. I feel the acidic burn crawl up my throat. I lean my head over the toilet and let my lunch go. I hear a knock at the door. "Sara? Babe, you okay?" I vomit once more.

                             "Yeah, Zayn! I'm fine. Honestly." I felt another surge. "Here.. Let me in." I would have, but by the second step, I'd have my stomach contents all over the floor. Possibly, the mirror. "I can't right now." Zayn wiggles the knob. "C'mon, Sara!" He says through the door. I vomit into the toilet again. "I'll be right back." 

                              I hear walking and then the front door open and shut. "Zay-" I can't finish, before vomit is sent out. Moments later, I hear Zayn talking to someone. "Yeah.. She's sick. I don't know if she doesn't want me in, or if she cant get to the door to unlock it." Zayn says. I attempt to answer. "The second on-" Chunks.  "I guess she can't get to the door." The other guy chuckles. Liam. 

                               I stop vomitting for a second. I sit on my knees, head over toilet, panting. I have a major headache and my stomach is killing me. I see the door open. The cool air from the bedroom is a shock in the hot, steamy bathroom. "Sara?" Zayn quickly kneals next to me. He holds back my hair as my stomach is continued to be empty. If this is how my night is going... I'm so excited...