My iPhone gave the bwooop sound meaning I got a text. I reached for my phone and read it."Morning Jaci. I swung by your house and saw the for sale sign. No one was home. Everything okay?" I looked at the sender. Of course. Italy's Yogurt*. I groaned and sat up. The time on my phone said 10:00 pm. I forgot we were five hours ahead. I texted him back. "In England for a trip. The for sale sign? Must be a prank. I am not moving... I don't think so." I walked out of my room and spotted Hannah and Zayn watching a movie on the couch. My mind raced. There I was in my dad's old Florida state pajama pants, a baggy Bluffton football tee (also my dad's) and worn pink bunny slippers. My makeup was off and no doubt my hair was a mess. Hannah spotted me and called my name out. Our hotel room was like a small apartment. There was three rooms, (mine, Hannah's, and our parents') a kitchen and bar counter, a living room, a huge bathroom, and a balcony. Zayn noticed me before I had time to dart off. "Hello, Jacklyn." I glared at Hannah. No one called my Jacklyn. I hated that name. Hannah giggled, knowing she did something wrong. "I like your bunny slippers," Zayn said politely. I rolled my eyes and grabbed a Coke out of the fridge. "Can you make us a couple sandwiches?" Hannah asked. Zayn laughed. "I'm not your bitch," I replied. Zayn stopped laughing and Hannah sat there, shocked. "I don't make sandwiches." Walking back to my room, I heard Zayn say one last thing. "Nice one, Jaci." 

After locking my door and turning on my Eminem CD, I laid on my bed and called my friend Lizzy.straight to voicemail. "That's nice," I said, hanging up. After a while I shut my CD off and heard Hannah and Zayn singing together. I opened my door slowly and threw a pillow at him. Hannah laughed. "I'd like some sleep," I said laughing. I threw another pillow at Hannah. All three of us had a pillow fight until midnight.

When Louis called Zayn.

"Harry decided to go a swim in the pool and got caught by the manager. Problem is, he only speaks French," Louis said over the phone. "I speak French," I said weakly. Hannah nodded. "She once told off this old guy that was hitting on me in Paris." I giggled and Zayn smiled. "I don't speak French either," he told Louis. "But I have a friend who does." 

We walked downstairs to bail out Harry. The man was impressed and let him go free. We walked down the hall together, laughing. Harry flung his arm around me and planted a big one on my cheek. I blushed. "To our new friend and my favorite lawyer!" he said loudly. Jealousy crossed Hannah's face.

It might be cruel, but I knew a way to get payback.