Trouble in Paradise ~ Book 2 ~ Completed!

It’s been a year since Harry and Bess got married and their beautiful baby girl, Emma, was born. Bess works for the boys’ management now and the three of them are together always. When Harry suddenly starts being all distant and moody though, Bess doesn’t know what to think. But the real problems between her and Harry begin when she gets closer to one other member of the band. ~ Sequel to The Rebound Girl ~


8. Inside The Airplane Toilet 2

‘I sort of,’ I began, avoiding looking at him, but paused.

‘You sort of what, love?’ Zayn asked with his head forward and I swallowed with difficulty. I lifted my eyes up, meeting his.

‘I sort of had a dream about you,’ I confessed and I could feel the blood boil beneath my cheeks.

Zayn lifted his eyebrows while a naughty grin formed on his lips. ‘You had a dream about me?’ he asked, chuckling. I nodded, shyly, and opened my mouth to go on, but he asked, eagerly, ‘What was it about?’

‘That’s not the point!’ I replied.

Zayn chuckled again. He knew what the dream was about, I was sure of it. ‘Was it steamy?’ he asked, teasing, and poked my stomach.

‘No, it wasn’t,’ I lied, slapping his hand away.

‘Then, tell me what it was about,’ he dared, folding his arms, and shrugged.

‘Zayn!’ I called, stomping my foot on the ground. ‘This is important. Please, listen.’

‘Will you tell me what it was about?’ he asked one last time and I pressed my lips, shaking my head back and forth. He sighed before he said, nonchalantly, ‘Fine. Just tell me what it is that you did then that you shouldn’t have.’

‘I called your name in my sleep,’ I mumbled with my head bowed.

‘What?’ he asked leaning closer. He hadn’t heard me.

‘I called your name in my sleep,’ I repeated a tad louder. He had heard this time. He got my chin with his thumb and forefinger, lifting my head up.

‘What was that, love?’ he asked, staring into my eyes.

‘I think you heard me,’ I told him.

‘Say it again,’ he ordered, gruffly. Why was he making such a big deal out of this?

‘I called your name in my sleep,’ I said but went on, as if that didn’t matter at all, ‘And Harry now thinks that there’s something going on between us just because of a stupid kiss and a stupid nightmare.’

Zayn touched his heart. ‘That actually hurt, love,’ he simply said, falling silent. We looked at each other for a moment. I never saw Zayn as anything other than Harry’s friend and band mate. He and I weren’t even that close before now, so, how did all this happen?

‘Will you please talk to Harry, tell him that you feel nothing about me, and that you and I are only friends?’ I asked, pretty much begging him. ‘He won’t listen to me but he’ll listen to you.’

Zayn nodded, hiding whatever he really felt about this behind a mask of indifference. ‘Sure,’ he said, shrugging. When there was a knock on the toilet door, Zayn quickly put his hand over my mouth, drowning my gasp. His body pressed against mine but he clenched his jaw, moving away. ‘Don’t worry,’ he whispered. ‘I’ll see who it is and sent them away.’ Then, he went outside.

‘Why aren’t you asleep, mate?’ Zayn asked someone and I moved closer to the door.

‘I need to pee,’ I heard Liam say. ‘I drank two cans of Pepsi before we boarded, remember?’

I smiled. Zayn had warned him that that was a bad idea.

‘Use the other toilet,’ Zayn told him.

‘Why not this one?’ Liam asked.

‘There’s no toilet paper in this one,’ Zayn lied.

There was silence for a moment. Then, Liam barged into the toilet. When he saw me, he glared at Zayn before he grabbed him by the t shirt, dragging him inside. So, basically, I was now stuck inside a tiny toilet with a boy I had slept with and a boy I had dreamt of sleeping with. Lovely. I panicked.

‘I want to go to Harry,’ I blurted out but the two boys stood side by side in front of me, not letting me go anywhere.

‘What’s going on here, Bess?’ Liam asked, folding his arms, scolding.

‘Nothing,’ I lied, sheepishly.

‘She dreamed about me and called my name in her sleep,’ Zayn informed him. ‘Oh, and Harry heard.’ I narrowed my eyes at him, annoyed that he mentioned the actual problem last.

Liam was surprised before he asked a little jealous, ‘You called Zayn’s name in your sleep?’

I closed my eyes and massaged my temples, pretending that the two of them weren’t even there.

‘We’re still here, Bess,’ Liam told me, grabbing my wrists and forcing me to deal with all this. I groaned, opening my eyes.

‘Can we please talk about this after we land?’ I asked, irritably, and staring at him.

‘Bess’ right, mate,’ Zayn said. ‘If anyone else finds us in here, our plans for a romantic weekend will go down the drain.’

Liam let go of my wrists. ‘Fine. We’ll meet and talk when we get to the hotel,’ he said, opening the toilet door. Zayn and I got out. Liam still needed to pee, so, he stayed.

Thankfully, everyone was still sleeping.

‘Bess,’ Zayn called but I ignored him and went back to my seat. Whatever he had to say to me, it could wait. He could tell me later. Not now. Now, I only needed my Harry.

I sat down, nestled my face into Harry’s neck, smelling his cologne and skin, and wrapped my arm around his stomach. He stirred in his sleep, releasing a deep sigh into my hair.

‘I love you,’ I told him and kissed his neck.

‘I love you, too,’ he replied, half asleep, half awake.

Zayn was watching us from his seat but when Liam came out of the toilet, he turned away.

The plane landed half an our later and our weekend in Switzerland began.

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