Why'd you leave?

Arana Holland is bestfriends with Harry Styles, they grew up together! Then one day he suddenly leaves and tries out for the X-Factor. With all his fame he forgets about her, she meets him at a signing and he askes her to stay with them at a beach house, but will she fall for another boys? Will he get the girl he wants? Does someone snatch her up?


33. Hotel Room?

Arana's P.O.V

   I was sitting in Zayn's car. "Ready babe?" Zayn asked me. I looked at him. "Yes." I hopped out of the car. He walked over to me, putting his arm around me. I was holding onto him tightly. I hoped Cameron was ok.

     "Arana!" I heard someone yell when I walked into the lobby. "Arana! Here! Over here!! Zayn!" I saw flashes and people surrounding me. There were paparazzi everywhere. "Zayn!" I yelled. He hugged me. I cried into his chest. "Let's go!" Zayn and I pushed through the tough crowd. Then the security stopped them when we walked to the desk. I held onto Zayn's hand tighly. "Arana!" I heard Erica yell. I let go of Zayn's hand.

  I raced towards here, her face looked like she was dying. She didn't look good. I hugged her and cried. "I've missed you so much!" She sobbed into my ear. I laughed. "Can we go see Cameron?" I asked her. She nodded. "He is VERY weak. He keeps whispering your name." She said, showing her dimples. "Hey!" Zayn hugged me from behind me, with his arms around my waist.

   "Just walk in!" Erica said pointing to a room. I grabbed Zayn's hand. We walked to the door. He hugged me. "I have to make a call. Be right back." He kissed me on the cheek. I pushed the door open slowly. I walked quietly inside the small room. It smelled of violets and vanilla. The smell was coming from candles. I walked to the small bed with the lifeless body of my brother. He looked dead. I grabbed a chair and pulled in to the side of the bed.

   "Hey baby bro. I've really missed you. I know you can't hear me. But...you're my world. I know we haven't always gotten along, and we aren't related, but you are...in my heart." I was sobbing tears now. I was holding his hand. Then I started to talk about my time with One Direction like he could hear me. I sat there, with my dying little brother.

   "Arana! Baby? Time to go home. Let's go." Zayn said shaking me. I opened my eyes not realizing I feel asleep. I looked up and was lying next to Cameron's soul-less body and smiled. "Ok." I held my arms out for him to carry me. I looked at Cameron one last time. "Is he going to be ok?" I asked Zayn. "Just fine." He said picking me up holding me like a baby. His warm body comforted mine. Erica waved bye to me as she walked in the room with Cameron.

   Zayn and I were in his car, not moving. "I was wondering...can we get a hotel room." I asked him. He smiled at me. It was about 9 pm at night. How long was I there for? "Yes! Can I take your mind off it?" Zayn asked moving the car. "Off what?" I asked. He bit his lip and drove off. I hope he was talking about what I thought of...

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