Jamie’ POV
I opened my eyes and looked around a foreign bedroom. Where in the name of hell am I? I felt breath on the back of my neck, so I did what came naturally to me…
I screamed a very deathly sounding scream that could wake the dead.
Well, it woke whoever the hell was next to me. “What the f*ck Jamie?” I heard them ask as they sat up. I looked at their face and I recognised who it was, which is probably a good sign.
“Zayn. Where in the name of heck are we?” I asked, sitting up next to him and looking around the still unfamiliar room.
“We’re in the hotel we booked into last night because we couldn’t stay with my Mum and it was too late to go back to London.” He explained to me. My eyes still flickered around, suspicious of every shadow around.
“Are you sure we weren’t kidnapped?” I asked him, gripping on his arm tightly.
“I'm 99% sure.” He replied bluntly.
“So there is a 1% chance that we’re in mortal danger?” I asked another question.
“If you want to believe that, then go ahead, but it’s only 5 in the morning so I'm going back to sleep.” He said, laying back down again and pulling me down with him. I couldn’t sleep with the thought of being kidnapped in my head and rolling around like a loose cannon. Does that sentence even make sense? “Babe, go to sleep or I won’t get to sleep.” He told me, pulling me closer to him.
“But Zayn, we could have been kidnapped.” I whisper-shouted.
“Jamie, you’re being ridiculous. We haven’t been kidnapped, you’ve just gone crazy.” He responded.
“But Zayn-”
“Jamie, in the nicest way possible, please shut up and go to sleep.” He told me.
“Okay.” I responded, feeling him kiss my temple. I closed my eyes, just starting to relax when I heard music playing. I opened my eyes again and saw the room had filled with an unnatural light, and I didn’t like it.
“Jamie, someone’s calling you.” Zayn stated.
“Just let me listen to the lyrics.” I responded.
“Will you think that you're all alone
When no one's there to hold your hand?
When all you know seems so far away
And everything is temporary, rest your head
I'm permanent, I'm permanent.”
“It’s so sweet but sad at the same time.” I said.
“You might want to pick it up before it rings out.” He stated, I picked up the phone and looked at the screen.
“But it’s creepy because I don’t know the number…” I trailed off.
“Answer the damn phone Jamie.” He snapped.
“Fine, Jesus, calm down.” I hit the accept button. “Hola?” I asked, deciding to go with a Spanish greeting.
“Hello, is this Jamie?” I heard a masculine voice ask.
“Why yes, you are graced with my glorious voice.” I replied.
“Who is it?” Zayn asked in a hushed tone.
“Shut up and I’ll be able to find out.” I replied with a similar tone.
“Good, I got the right number.” The voice replied, and it seemed somewhat familiar.
“Okay… now may I ask, who the f*ck is this?” I went completely blunt with my question.
“Oh, uh, it’s Anthony…” oh that little piece of shit.
“When will you get it Anthony?! I don't want anything to do with you, okay?! Stop being a little creep and quit calling me! Don't you dare get another phone or a friends phone or any other kind of device that can call me and call me! if you do, you crazy stalker bitch, I will get a restraining order and maybe kill you!” I shouted. “Understood?” I asked calmly.
“But Jamie-”
“Shut up Anthony, I don't want to hear your voice ever again, I don't want to see your face again. Goodbye Anthony.” I said, hanging up.
“That sounded intense.” Zayn stated, before wrapping an arm around me.
“It felt intense.” I agreed with him.
“You ready to go back to sleep?” he asked me.
“No. I'm really not going to go back to sleep.” I admitted while running a hand through my very knotted hair. He heaved a massive sigh.
“I’ll stay awake with you then.”
***
“Night has fallen, and two birds of the night have come out to find their mate…” I trailed off, pretending to be something along the likes of David Atten-bro.
“Specimen A is strawberry blonde with bright blue eyes that seem to glow…” Zayn stated.
“And Specimen B is…” I trailed off while looking at him through eyes that seem to still be open by some miracle. “Specimen B is just… specimen.” I said, quoting that guy from ‘Captain America: The Winter Soldier’. I don't even remember his name, but I was gesturing like he had. “Damn, I must be tired.”
“You’ve been up since five this morning. I give you credit for making it past midday.” He said, we hadn’t even left the hotel room, so we decided to book it for another night.
“It’s already 9 at night.” I pointed out.
“I know.” He replied.
“We should totally get matching tattoos.” I said out of nowhere. He gave me a weird look in response.
“Last time you got a tattoo with a guy-”
“They turned into my crazy stalker. I know I know, but I still love the tattoo. And I have a feeling this relationship is different.” I stated.
“How is it different?” he asked.
“Well, with Anthony, it always felt like I had to impress him. Everything I did was to make him like me and want to be with me, you know? But with you… I'm just myself. I don't try to impress you, which is really weird because I am so not a type that impresses people, I'm actually kind of repulsive.” I told him.
“You aren’t repulsive.” He told me bluntly. He had stayed awake with me all day, and I give him major kudos for not killing me yet, I am a major pain when tired.
“Yes I am.” I responded.
“Are not.”
“Are too.”
“Are not.”
“Are too.” He didn’t respond after that. “Haha! I win! I am repulsive!” I was picked up and thrown onto the bed, and had a Zayn over me straddling my waist. “That was unexpected, because I'm repulsive.”
“Not repulsive.” He stated again, kissing me softly.
“Am repulsive.” I retorted when he broke away from me.
“Not repulsive.” He said again, kissing me again, but with a lot more heat involved. “Definitely not repulsive.” He said a little out of breath.
“I could argue with that.” I replied.
“But you shouldn't, because you aren’t repulsive. If anything you’re a magnet to guys, when we walk the streets guys are looking at you and I feel the need to almost hide you from them so I can keep you to myself-”
“Some boys take a beautiful girl
And hide them away from the rest of the world
I WANT TO BE THE ONE WHO WALKS IN THE SUN!-”
“Jamie, no need to shout, I’ll let you walk in the sun. Only because you need natural vitamin D-”
“Can’t I just have your ‘D’?” I asked with my best ‘sexy’ face on, which was actually kind of scary.
“I have to admit that face is the tiniest bit repulsive, however, you still need a balanced diet with balanced vitamins-”
“Since when do I keep to a healthy ‘balanced’ diet?” I cut him off again.
“Don't worry, but can I finish a sentence ple-”
“No, we were going to get matching tattoos and we should do that now.” I tried pushing him off of me, but he was too heavy. Okay, let’s try a different tactic. I managed to roll us over, so I was on top of him, however when I tried to stand he wrapped his legs around me so I couldn’t go anywhere. “I. Hate. You.” I said simply.
“No you don’t.” I couldn’t argue with that.
“Tattoos, we should go.” I said again.
“Nope. I don't want to get a tattoo when I could instead be here, with you.” He said in a deep voice that was, for some reason, turning me on. “Wouldn’t you like that?” I knew what he was getting at here, and I wouldn’t refuse if he tried anything… but I want to get a tattoo.
“I would have you begging for me, calling my name. Trust me, I would have you wrapped around my finger.” I said, moving my hips to a more comfortable position. I watched him as I did the movement, and heard a sharp intake of breath from him.
“You are so not helping the small amount of self-control I have left.” He stated.
“House-keeping!” I heard a lady shout after knocking on the door.
“I should get that…” I trailed off, going to stand up. My attempt was to no avail as he held me down.
“We’re good thanks!” Zayn shouted.
“Okay! Goodnight!” she shouted back.
“I have met some pricks in my time, but you sir, are a f*cken cactus.” I stated as I tried to get away from him again… still failing. “We should totally try and stay awake for 24 hours. We only have 8 hours to go.” I said.
“How are we going to stay awake?” he asked me.
“Any ideas?” I replied with a question.
“Well we could-”
“We aren’t doing anything that would be in that dirty mind of yours.” I cut him off, and silenced him. “We should go to a club!” I shouted, again attempting to stand up, but instead collapsing on top of Zayn as I lost the placement of my hands. Well, his face is in my cleavage… probably not helping my case here. Helping his, not helping mine.
I managed to push myself up again before I was flipped over by Zayn, who was now on top of me again. “I want to stay here.” He responded.
“And I want to get a tattoo, you see our predicament? I decided to meet in the middle.” I said smiling.
“How is that meeting in the middle?”
***
“You see how this is going to be fun?!” I shouted over the music pumping through the speakers.
“Still… no!” Zayn shouted deaf. I heard him murmuring something about how ‘he’s going to be too deaf to hear me later on tonight’… I decided to ignore that one.
“Look! Alcohol!” I shouted as I pointed to the bar like it was somewhere you wouldn’t expect to have alcohol at.
“And look! There’s already a creep staring at your ‘tata’s’!” Zayn pointed at a guy who was sitting in a corner.
“My ‘tata’s’?! And he’s not a creep, he’s actually kinda hot! Maybe I should go talk to him!” I shouted back.
“Yes, your ‘tata’s’, also known as your… female assets! And he is a creep! Look at the face he’s got going there!” he shouted in reponse.
“You know that face is the face you give me before you try to get me on your bed, right?!” I responded.
“You are lying! I don't look that creepy… Do I?!”
“Trust me! I would know!” I shouted back before I ordered some drinks, and gave one to Zayn.
“Well then! I’ll try not to make that face again!” he told me.
“No! Make it as often as you like! You pull it off so well and the only reason I don't go along with it is because I'm scared!” I said after I downed the drink and ordered another. When I said that and after I got my drink Zayn pulled me to the quiet part of the club… well the quieter part of the club, there isn’t really a quiet place.
“Scared of what?” he asked me. “I’ve told you I love you, and I meant it. If you meant it when you said it or not, I don't know but I do know that I wouldn’t do anything to ever hurt you.”
“That’s what Anthony said… seriously it’s exactly what he said.” I leant against the wall and slid down so I was sitting on the ground after checking for broken glass. I took another sip from my drink and I watched as Zayn did the same beside me. So… now he and I are sitting on the ground in a club… drinking while we were in the midst of an awkward silence.
“I don't know how to show it to you Jamie. I will never hurt you, and you have to know that. No matter what I will fight for you, or with you. Even when you’re wrong-”
“I am never wrong.” I pointed out.
“I was going to say ‘Even when you’re wrong, even though that never happens’. Anyway, I would still be on your side.”

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