Author's Note:
Hey everyone!! Sry for the short chapter, I just needed a filler before Zayn's surprise. Hope you enjoy :)
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Briella's POV:
We made it back to the hotel faster than we left it. We figured out to just go around the fences in stead of jumping over them. How did we not think of this earlier??
"I think my legs might fall off." I complain. Louis throws himself on the ground in agreement.
"We're almost there." Niall grunts. A few minutes later we get to the backside of the hotel and sneak in through the back door we came through earlier. We sneak through the hallway and into the elevator. Niall pulls out his phone and starts texting someone.
"I think I'm gonna check out the view from the roof." Louis says randomly. "Anyone care to join?"
"I'll join you Louis." Niall says, oddly cheerful, and wraps an arm around Louis' shoulders.
"Okayy... we'll I'm just gonna go back to the room and lie down for a bit." I say.
"Alright." Niall eyes Louis again. What are they up to this time?
The elevator stops at our floor, and I leave the boys on the elevator. I walk down the seemingly endless hallway to our room. I pull out the key and unlock the door. I hear shuffling inside as I do so. They better not be pranking me- I am not in the mood today. I open the door to find a table with a note card on it. I look around the room and see someone quickly stepping into Liam and Niall's bedroom. I hear them close the door a second layer. I pick up the notecard and read in Zayn's handwriting:
'Meet me at the tour bus
Zayn :)'
I quickly change into non-sweaty clothes before heading down to the tour bus. I decided on light denim shorts, a light green tank top with a daisy embroidered in the center, and my white high-top converse. I grabbed a white headband to keep my hair out of my face (I straightened it today), and my clear blue light glasses cause I was starting to get one of my bad headaches.
I slip on my glasses and leave the hotel room. I walk down the hallway back to the elevator, and click the button for the lobby. There's a mom and a small kid in the elevator with me. I move to the corner, and pull out my phone. I haven't checked my twitter in a while- mostly cause I didn't wanna see the hate people were probably saying about me.
I've been all over the news since we first got to Italy last week. I've been called pretty much everything from 'the mystery girl' to '1D's baby sister'. I open twitter to find over 2,500 tweets about me. Wow. Before this I was lucky to get 1 or 2. Usually from Joe finding something theatre related, or McKenna bullying me for just existing.
Most of the stuff people were saying was nice. People making guesses to who I was. Predictions for why I was with the guys. Of course there was the occasional 'she doesn't deserve them' or 'what does she have that I don't' kind of stuff. Everyone back home is gonna freak when they figure out it's me. Luckily you can't see my face in the pictures. Or enough of it to put a name to the face.
The elevator arrives at the lobby and I shove my phone back in my pocket as I cross the lobby to the back door we used earlier. I walk around the crowd of people who were still there. Hopefully they'll be gone by tomorrow or the guys won't be able to get to rehearsal.
I walk down the street away from the crowd of people in front of the hotel. I can't stop thinking about my mum. I miss her so much. I miss her signing to me to get me to go to bed. I miss her freaking out every time we drove over big bridges. I miss her being there when something bad happened. I wish she was here now. She'd be so happy I had friends as great as Ryan and the guys.
I turn into the parking lot where we hid the tour bus. I knock on the door, but no one answers. I open it anyways and go inside.
"Hello?" I call out. "Zayn?"
"Stay there!" I hear the Bradford boy yell. He comes out of the back a minute later. "Hey." He leans against the wall across from the one I was leaning on.
"Hey."
"Niall told me it's your mum's birthday." Zayn says. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah, I... I'm fine." I look down at the floor. I feel something warm against me. Zayn wraps his arms around me, and I lean into him for a minute. I wipe a tear falling down my cheek. "So... why're we here?" I ask, pulling out of the comforting hug.
"Well- I made you something, and I wanted to show you." He says.
"For me?" I ask, astonished. Why would he make something for me?
"Yes, for you." Zayn laughs. "Don't look so surprised!"
"Okay, but why me?" I laugh.
"You'll see." He smiles at me, and grabs my hand. He leads me into the back room of the tour bus. It looks normal, until I see the usually empty wall is decorated with a huge tapestry.
"Woah." I breath. The tapestry has been decorated with moments shared between me and Zayn. An Ireland flag, a hospital bed, french fries obviously, and the best part, an enlarged picture of me and Zayn on the giant swings at the fair. "You made this?" I ask looking back at him.
"Yeah, I- I did." He looks down, blushing. I rush over and hug him.
"It's amazing. Thank you." I say into his chest.
"You're welcome." He pauses, and takes a few deep breaths before continuing. "Also, um, so- do you remember that day in the hospital, when you gave us the chorus for a new song?"
"Yeah- why?" I ask sitting down on the couch, as Zayn sits ont he edge of the giant coffee table in the middle of the room.
"Well- the guys and I... we finished it. And I wanted you to hear it." He pulls out a guitar from underneath the table, and starts strumming the familiar tune Niall first played that day in the hospital.
(A/N: Okay- quick disclaimer- I have no idea if Zayn actually plays the guitar or not but in this fanfic he does. So if he doesn't then forgive me but remember this is all make-believe lol ;)
"Goin' out tonight, changes into something red
Her mother doesn't like that kind of dress
Everything she never had she's showin' off." Zayn sings.
"Drivin' too fast, moon is breakin' through her hair
She's headin' for somethin' that she won't forget
Havin' no regrets is all that she really wants."
"We're only gettin' older, baby," I start to sing the chorus with him.
"And I've been thinkin' about it lately
Does it ever drive you crazy
Just how fast the night changes?
Everything that you've ever dreamed of
Disappearing when you wake up
But there's nothing to be afraid of
Even when the night changes
It will never change me and you."
"Chasing it tonight, doubts are runnin' 'round her head
He's waitin', hides behind a cigarette
Heart is beatin' loud and she doesn't want it to stop." Zayn continues on his own.
"Movin' too fast, moon is lightin' up her skin
She's fallin', doesn't even know it yet
Havin' no regrets is all that she really wants
We're only gettin' older, baby
And I've been thinkin' about it lately
Does it ever drive you crazy
Just how fast the night changes?
Everything that you've ever dreamed of
Disappearing when you wake up
But there's nothing to be afraid of
Even when the night changes
It will never change me and you
Goin' out tonight, changes into something red
Her mother doesn't like that kind of dress
Reminds her of the missin' piece of innocence she lost."
"We're only gettin' older, baby," I join in for the final chorus.
"And I've been thinkin' about it lately
Does it ever drive you crazy
Just how fast the night changes?
Everything that you've ever dreamed of
Disappearing when you wake up
But there's nothing to be afraid of
Even when the night changes."
"It will never change, baby
It will never change, baby
It will never change me and you." Zayn strums the final chord. He sets the guitar back under the table.
"Zayn! That was amazing! Thank you." I wipe tears from my eyes. My mum would have loved that. She was a very romantic person. Zayn pulls me in for another hug.
"So- there's one more thing I need to ask you." He says after a minute.
"What's up?" I ask, pulling out of the hug and leaning back into the sofa.
"Briella- I like you. Like... more than friends." He says. I feel my eyes widen at those words. My thoughts flicker back to the conversation with Niall and Louis earlier. Damn. They practically told me and I completely forgot about it. It was less than an hour ago!
"And... I know you might not feel the same, but-"
"I do." I cut him off. I stare at the floor- too scared to see the look on his face.
"You do?" He asks softly.
"I do." I whisper again. I courageously look up at Zayn, and he was grinning ear to ear. He grasps my hands in his, intertwining our fingers.
"Well then I have just one thing to ask you." He make eye contact and smiles at me. "Briella Sloanne, will you go out with me?"
I smile back at him. "Zayn Malik, I will go out with you."