Day 4: 3:48 PM

*Sabrina’s POV*

I think Harry made it pretty obvious to all of us what happened in that bedroom. His cheeks were flush, clothes more wrinkled up than it was before we came, and hair a mess. With his curls, you’d think the look was normal, ha, if you’d only knew. “You crazy mofos!” Niall yelled, causing all of us to break into laughter.

“Come on, boys, we need to leave.” Harry said, nodding toward the door.

“Yeah, Li and Lou are probably up by now.” Zayn said, still chuckling some.

“You guys want me to drive you back?” Abbi asked.

“Would you mind?” Niall asked.

“Sure, I don’t mind.” She said as she stood up and walked over to the table, grabbing her keys. “Sabrina, you coming?” She asked.

I’m surprised that she didn’t ask Bonnie or Dakota, but then again maybe not. I nodded. I wasn’t about to let a moment like this pass up. “I call shotgun!” Niall’s Irish accent as we were walking out the door and down the hallway.

We crowded into the car, me being stuck in the middle in the back seat between Harry and Zayn. Harry was too lost in his thoughts, more than likely thinking about Kariann. Zayn was staring out the window, quiet. So yeah, it wasn’t every day you get to ride in the same vehicle with three boys from your favorite band.

I actually caught myself staring at Zayn a little. He was pretty cute. Ha, no, I was just kidding, he’s freaking hot. His hair wasn’t brushed up in his usual quiff, it was down and casual. He had a little scruff on his face, but it looked good. I guess he felt my stare, so he looked over from the window. He offered a small smile, as did I. “Hi.”

His voice was quiet and with Niall in the front seat bouncing around and jamming to the music, I was the only one that was hearing Zayn talk. Before we were all together talking about a lot of things, but we never actually spoke one-on-one with each other. “Sabrina, right?” He asked.

I nodded. He remembered my name, and I was pretty sure it was mentioned once whenever Abbi asked if I wanted to tag along. From what I’ve seen before, he was actually a pretty shy guy. He remembered the conversation he we had with the others. “What kind of play are you doing now?” He asked.

“Well, we’re doing a musical.” I explained to him, smiling some. “It’s called Once Upon A Mattress.”

His expression, oh my goodness. It was priceless. I was laughing quite hard. “What… exactly happens?” He asked, raising an eye.

“It’s about a prince who is looking for a wife.” I explained, grinning like an idiot. “A princess comes along and the prince’s mother puts her through a test that involves putting a pea under twenty mattresses.”

“So there’s no…” His voice slowly dispersed.

“Yeah, I know. We all thought the same thing whenever we first heard of it.”

“So, will you be singing?” He asked, curious.

I nodded with a smile. Niall started jumping up and down in his seat suddenly, excited to be hearing a song come on. “Zayn! Zayn! It’s your song!”

Bruno Mars’ voice could be heard through the speakers of the car. The familiar lyrics of When I Was Your Man was playing. I felt myself singing to the lyrics and I saw Zayn smiling next to me, hearing my voice. We started to sing along and I saw Niall smiling from the front seat. He even smacked Harry’s knee, getting his attention. Harry started listening, hearing Zayn and I singing with each other.

They were all cheering when we were done and I felt the car come to a stop. “Thank you for the show!” Niall said to me as he climbed out of the car and stuck his head back in, looking at Abbi and I. “Hope to see you girls again sometime!”

Harry was making his way out and I followed Zayn out to move to the front seat. “You’re really good.” Zayn said as I shut the door behind me. I saw Niall and Harry walking up the steps into the hotel, Niall with an arm around Harry’s shoulders and talking to the curly haired kid.

“Thanks.” I smiled at the compliment.

He looked back toward his friends walking into the hotel. He looked like he was about to ask something, but thought better of it. “I’ll see you around.”

He gave a small wave before walking backward for a brief second and turning around, making his way up the steps back into the hotel.

“Okay, admit it, Bri, you were waiting for him to ask for your number.” I heard Abbi say.

I rolled my eyes. “Shut up, no I wasn’t.” I made my way around the car to get in the passenger seat. “Besides,” I added while putting on my seatbelt. “that’s Zayn Malik.”

“Yeah, and Kariann fucked Harry Styles.” Abbi retorted, snorting some.

Okay, that was mean, but I couldn’t help but laugh. We were laughing as she started driving down the street. I was completely satisfied in talking to Zayn. Maybe. But either way, I knew it’ll be impossible to become friends with him. He might forget me the next morning. He had a life. I was just a normal girl trying to make a career in acting and maybe singing. I was nothing compared to him.

Notes

aw, poor bri :o well, i think zayn has different thoughts as for what happens in the next chapter o.-!! yes, it will be in his POV

haha, gotta love Abbi too. x)