Hate-Love Project (1D Fanfic)

Chapter 6: Late Afternoon Jamming

AUTHOR'S NOTE: There's a link at the side, Tori Kelly's Thinkin' About You cover. You can play it later on if you want to sing along. ;)

I woke up from the sunlight that shown down from the balcony. Definitely, it's an early call. Time to get up and go.

I'm in between 2 guys. Niall Horan and Zayn Malik.

I found myself staring at Zayn. Not a few moments later, he opens his eyes. He reveals a smile, "Good Morning" he said in a sleepy voice.

"Good Morning, Zayn" I replied back as I faced Niall who just opened his eyes revealing his gorgeous blue eyes.

"I'm lazy to get up," Niall complained. He shuts his eyes and continues to sleep.

I dragged myself out of bed as I headed to the bathroom. Locking the door behind me, I did my routine. Washed my face, brushed my teeth, tied my brunette hair into a bun.

I was still wearing my pajama. Seriously, I'm a huge fan of pajamas. Not the TV show that has 2 bananas named B1 and B2. But simply, I like pajamas - clothes that you wear on cold nights.

I left the bedroom and headed to the kitchen, grabbing a pitcher of cold water and a glass from the cupboard. How stupid of me, I didn't even realize that I was the only person in the kitchen.

They were gone. Liam, Carla, Louis and Harry. Roaming around the hotel room, I finally saw a note scribbled by Carla.

Pigging out wt them. Will be back at 6 in the evening. Take care!! :) -C

"Niall! Zayn! Looks like we're alone for the whole day. Got plans?" I called them.

"Pig out!" Niall answered.

"Movie Marathon!" Zayn protested.

"Pig out!"

"Movie Marathon!"

"Pig out!"

"Movie Marathon!"

"I think it would be much better if we do both. I mean. We didn't eat breakfast yet. So would you like to have breakfast somewhere?" The both of them smiled at my idea.

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Wearing my simple blue floral dress, my somehow-cowboy hat and flats, and as planned earlier. We'll be eating breakfast somewhere.

Paris was a beautiful city. It was. I wish I could live here for the rest of my life. Or better yet have a vacation with the one that I'll have to marry soon. This goes to my project. A project that will only make me happy, like a wishlist.

Project #1: Spend vacation with my soon-to-be-husband here in Paris.

As we enter the elevator, we were surrounded by French people. Their accent is adorable, to be honest.

The moment the elevator opened by the ting sound, we headed to the exit door and started to walk through the streets of Paris.

"Where shall we eat breakfast? My treat." Zayn smiled at us. You have to be kidding me, Zayn doesn't really treat us at any fast food store. This is new to me.

"McDonalds!" Me and Niall chorused. And so, McDonalds it is.

The moment we were approaching McDonalds, Niall grabbed my arm which made me stop from walking. Annoyed, I scowled at Niall.

"I think McDonalds is not enough for our breakfast. I want brunch." Niall explained. I rolled my eyes and finally noticed that Zayn's hand was resting on my shoulders. I even wondered why I shivered.