Zayn Malik's Long Lost Sister (Unedited)

29. Hotel Room

Showing up to the huge hotel had sent a weird feeling through me because I shouldn't be here, with Liam. I came to England for my family and yet I had ran away from them, even Zayn, and I'm having a ''slumber party'' with my brothers friend and band mate.

Walking through the lobby, I was stunted by the beauty. The ceiling had a beautiful painting of what I thought heaven would look like, or the stereotypical version of it with flying naked babies with angel wings.

Liam had his disguise on while I was taking a raincheck for caring about it.

We passed by the well lit and decorated lobby, heading straight over to the lifts that had buttons for all floors. Of course he pressed the bigger one on top.

The awkward elevator music was the only noise in the small space and I peeked over to Liam who couldn't look more at peace with the world. How could he be enjoying the opera filled space? Maybe it's a façade? Or maybe he really does like opera music? Or maybe I'm just thinking way too much about this.

As soon as the lift stopped and opened up, my breath was caught in my throat at the vast size of the pent house. Liam stepped out before I did. I never knew how mansion-like a hotel could make a room look. It was astounding.

"Marley?" Liam calls for me, holding his hand out in encouragement.

I didn't take his hand, but I walked beside him as he turned to our right and entered the kitchen. The living room was huge, white sofas in front of a plasma on the wall. A staircase led to another platform that held god-knows-what.

"Thirsty?" Liam asks, motioning his hand to sit down on the leather rotating chair at the counter. He moved around the island to the large silver fridge and waited for my answer before pulling it open.

"No, thank you." I mumbled.

He opened the fridge and pulled out a lone water bottle and twisted the cap, taking long pulls before putting it back down on the island in the middle of the kitchen.

"So, what do you feel like doing?" Liam asks.

"I don't know. What do people do at slumber parties?"

"Have you ever been to one?" He asks, walking around the island to stand at the counter across from me.

"No. I was never allowed." I answered honestly.

"What do you mean, 'never allowed'?"

"My parents wouldn't let me sleep anywhere else but home. I wasn't even allowed over at a friends house, and none was allowed at mine."

"Why?"

"It was too sociable for my parents liking. I guess they thought it would put their adoption secret at risk if I weren't under their watchful eyes."

"Well, your a teenage girl in desperate need of a slumber party experience."

"Oh, is that right?" I ask sarcastically.

He grabs my hand gently yet forcefully and pulled me towards the living room, ushering for me to sit down on the white couch.

"I'll be right back!" He runs off towards the stairs that lead to the second floor and disappeared up them. I rested myself against the back of the couch and had time to think.

Maybe I had the wrong impression that Liam liked me more than I thought he should. Something about the way he was when around me just gave me the idea that he could possibly like me more than just a friendly feeling. But now, I guess not.

I pulled out my phone and dialed Edward's number quickly, checking the time on the wall. If its almost nine at night here, what time is it in Florida? As the ringing continued, I pulled my phone away from my ear and peeked at the time. It was still Florida time and told me it was five hours behind. It was only four in the afternoon.