Zayn Malik's Long Lost Sister (Unedited)

50. Drunk Liam

Driving on the wrong side of the car in a foreign place with a drunk Liam speaking directions to the nearest hotel, adding on the navigation system lady speaking where the same nearest hotel is, it was absolutely tiring and frustrating. Like, unbelievably. They were both saying different routes.

But I made it, despite Liam's demands of making difficult turns. I listened to the navigation system on the dashboard.

"Mmmm." Liam groaned as he began to open up his door after we stopped, slinging his belt buckle away from him.

"No, you're staying in here until I book a suite. I don't want the risk of someone seeing you as drunk as you are." I say, already stepping out of the car. I bent at the waist to stare at him. "What do I say to get a suite, exactly?"

"Take my card." Liam mumbles, sloppily shoving his hand into the pocket of his jeans and pulling out a thick black leather wallet.

"I don't know what to do with your card." I say skeptically. I didn't have much experience with credit cards at all.

"Then take the cash in the thicker pocket." He mumbles, laying his head against his window with his eyes closing after putting his wallet on the drivers seat. "Hurry and come back to me."

I grasp his wallet firmly and shut the car door, louder than necessary just a bit out of spite. I lightly power walk toward the front entrance of the huge hotel and once I was in the lobby, I see that it's the hotel that Liam had stayed at the night I ran away. When he took me in for the night. We'd taken a different route, behind the building so I guess that could be the reason I didn't know where we were at first.

I walk over to the front desk, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear before ringing the small silver bell on the counter.

"Hello." A polite lady says, her lips were too red and her eyes were so blue. The hue didn't match mine, though. Hers weren't as vibrant. "How may I help you?"

"Uhm, I was wondering what your best suite is that's open?" I place my hands on top of the counter, one overlapping the other.

"Let me check." She says, placing small glasses on the bridge of her nose before scanning through a thin computer system. "We have the presidential sweet, the honey moon sweet, and the lovers paradise."

"The presidential would be-" I start to say, but an older man in the seat not far from the red-lip-blue-eyed lady spoke up. He just hung up the phone from a reservation.

"I'm sorry, I just booked that suite for the next two nights." He says, his eyes finding mine apologetically.

"Oh, uh," I chew on the inside of my cheek. "The other two, is there more than one bed?"

"No, I'm sorry." The lady answers.

"Oh, that's okay. I'll- uh.... The lovers paradise will do." I purse a tight smile upon my lips before looking down at my hands, opening Liam's wallet. Damn, does he need this much money around with him everyday?

The price was given and my eyes went a bit wide, worried about her waiting as I try to get myself together to count out how much she'll need. I treated it like American money and pulled out an amount, silently hoping I didn't just make a complete fool of myself at not knowing what to do while handling foreign money. She giggles and gives me a twenty back.

After confirming the payment, I was given a small credit-card like key and I started heading back out to the car.

Liam's window was being rolled down once I could see his side of the car. When I was about to ask if he was okay, the window rolled back up, then down, then up, then down, then-