Chapter 93 : "Saviour"

T A T E

I groan as I began to shift on the mattress.

I feel my head so heavy as soon as I slightly opened my eyes. It felt as if some piles and piles of blocks were taped on top of my forehead overnight or someone must have slapped me with a plywood on my face from last night.

God I'm having massive headache and I just woke up. I don't even feel like leaving my bed or my apartment today. I felt my headache coming from the back of my head, down to my nape, up to my temples, to my eyebrows and down to the inner corners of the eyes. It felt like my head was going to burst. But aside from headache, I also feel intensely thirsty, like my throat had run dry and I haven't had water for three years.

I tug my blanket up to my chin as I felt my room's temperature getting colder. I never thought my room would be this cold, I don't even have aircon. I shift to my other side to look for an window that must have been left open and as I try to open my eyes wider to take a clearer view, my breathing just stopped when my eyes scanned trough the entire room.

I gasped and quickly pulled myself up from the bed with my eyes widened inside my eye sockets. I sit on top of a white mattress with this thick maroon comforter sprawling over me while I kept staring at everything that was surrounding me. Then I finally realized that I was already sober, I wasn't hallucinating anymore and that I wasn't seeing things. This was really and most definitely not my room and I wasn't inside my apartment the entire night last night. Fuck!

I don't even remember what happened to me and how I ended up here. I thought.

I glared at the side-table drawer where I saw a the hotel's name in cursive from the telephone directory next to the white telephone. Shit, did I rent a room inside this posh hotel last night? This hotel is really expensive as fuck. Where did I even get the money? And worst of it all, how will I pay everything later when I don't even have the amount of money to pay for my stay?

Shit shit shit. Think of how you ended up here Tate and who the fuck brought you here.

I simmered down my thoughts and remembered Monique. Shit! Monique! I left her with that flirty bartender. Oh god everything was a blur last night. I don't even remember what happened to me anymore and how I got here. Oh my god I hope someone didn't take advantage of me being drunk. I hope nobody raped me and got me pregnant. Fuck.

I pulled the blanket up and noticed that I was still wearing my leather shorts from last night but my top was no longer mine. I was already wearing an oversized black shirt imprinted with the brand name Adidas just across my breasts. I don't even know who owns this stupid shirt.

Argh God my head hurts terribly bad.

I slipped myself out from the bed and headed to the bathroom. I stood right in front of the mirror and I look like a total mess. My eyeliner smudge, my lipstick's already out of the line of my lips and my mascara had been smudge right above my cheekbones too. Fuck and my hair was everywhere! I look like someone just gang-banged me hardcore last night and just left me here. I try not to worry about it because if I think about the fact that some guy raped me last night, I wouldn't think straight anymore.

I began to wash my face over the sink and just took off my make up from last night. I took a pee too and sprayed some mint on my mouth. There were a few stuff inside the bathroom all belongs to a male. From the male-scented perfume, to the shaver and cream and everything else that was around, I know a guy is living here. A guy took me here, fuck! Now I'm even more worried for myself.

I grabbed a towel and wiped my face still feeling my head heavy in every parts of my skull. I rugged my hair back and put it into a ponytail before walking out of the bathroom.

"I worried when I didn't see you on top of the bed." I flinched by that voice.

I quickly turned around when some man spoke from behind me and I literally froze when his eyes looked back at me. I wasn't expecting to see him again. I mean not like this. I completely look like shit. But he stands there, simply wearing some black shirt and some grey sweatpants on with a pair of the hotel slippers. He looks back at me with a smile on his face.

"How are you feeling?" He asks.

How was I feeling? You ask me how I am feeling? Well. I wasn't feeling fine at all. I feel very nervous because he's here. I'm very tired. Anxious. Mad. Sleepy. Irritable. Surprised. Terribly problematic. I feel terribly sick too because of my hangover. And I was feeling a whole lot more worst because he's here and that's just so hard to explain to be putting those words into one sentence. I'm all feeling too much emotions mixed up altogether inside me.

"You?" I gaped, in shock.

He smiles. "Hello again Tate."

"W-what are you doing here?"

"How about you and I sit together and have some... Brunch at the dining table? It's almost four in the afternoon and you haven't eaten anything." He asks.

"I'm sure you're starved." He adds.

I didn't move and just stared at him. "Why am I with you Zayn?"

He pauses and looks back at me. "Join me at the table and I will tell you everything from last night while you're eating. It's... Kind of a lot on hand for me to tell you."

I sigh.

I watch him as he walks out of the bedroom so I followed to where he was heading. When we reached the table, he pulled out a chair for me so I sat on it then he walks right around the table and sat on the chair across me.

"Help yourself." He gestured to the foods. "Don't worry I've microwaved them." Zayn smiles.

I stare at the foods then looked back at him, "I don't really have the appetite to eat. I'm still hangover from last night. Sorry."

He nods. "I've got some meds around here that will help. Wait here, I'll get it."

I watch as Zayn stands from the couch and walks to the kitchen counter where he grabbed some foil before he walked back to me. He placed it right in front of me before he sits back on his chair. He clasped his hands together as he pressed them against his left cheek while he looks at me tentatively.

"That's Advil. It's safe. I always use it when I have hangover. It'll help you with your headache." He informs me.

"Thank you." I grabbed it and shove it into my mouth the moment I peeled it out from the foil.

Zayn licks his lips, "Uhh, do you want anything else? Coffee? It's better if I--"

"Zayn." I cut him off.

I sigh. "I really appreciate you being concerned and nice. But my head really hurts right now and I don't have an idea what could've happened last night. I barely remember all of it."

Zayn looks at me ruefully.

"Could you please just tell me why I woke up inside your hotel room with you? I need to know what happened to me last night. It's bugging the fuck out of me." I continued to say.

He exhales heavily. "If you're concerned about us sleeping together, we didn't. We slept on the same bed but we didn't do it."

Okay he sorted that out easily.

"We were in the same club last night. I was out partying with a few friends then when I went to the bathroom I saw you coming out from the females. I tried to call your attention but you walked away and didn't seem to hear me." He begins to narrate.

What the fuck I didn't even remember that.

"So I searched for you everywhere in the club and found you so drunk with a table full of men. They were taking advantage of you Tate. Don't you even remember that?" He asks.

I massaged my temples and shake my head to answer him. "I was with my best friend. Monique. She was with me. She was flirting with the bartender before I left. I wasn't with some men last night."

"Well it was obvious enough that they weren't your friends. They let you smoke crack, probably placed some sleeping pill on that drink you had since you went out fast when I drove you here to my hotel and those men were already unbuttoning your top showing off your breasts."

I gasped.

Holy shit I don't even remember that too. I don't remember that part of the night happening. I didn't even know I smoked crack last night, accepted a drink from random people and definitely didn't remember I was already being harassed with a table full of men.

"If I didn't come to their table, they might have already done something to you." Zayn adds.

"Oh my god..." I tug on this shirt that I was wearing. I feel my tears beginning to fill my eyes and heard Zayn standing from his chair.

"Hey." Zayn takes my hand and kneels down before me. "It's okay Tate. You're here. You're already safe with me."

He looks up to me and wiped my tears. "I've taken care of them. Don't worry." He adds.

My brows creasing. "What do you mean taken care of them?"

"I've filed a case against them last night, raided the entire club and they're probably behind the bars today." He answers. "So don't worry about it. They haven't touched you last night."

"W-what about my friend?"

"Don't worry about her. I only told the police about those guys from that table."

I exhale heavily and felt at ease now that I knew Monique is in safe hands or at least didn't caught by the police and not in jail. I wouldn't want her to be behind bars while Tarry is left home all alone with that nerdy nanny.

"Thank you." I answer him as I sniffed. "I... I don't know what to say to you and how thankful I am that you saved me last night."

"You're very important to Harry that's why I'm doing this." He smiled tightlipped.

Zayn stands back on his feet. "Let's not get all sentimental okay? Continue to finish to eat then you take a shower and I'll drive you home."

I smiled weakly at him. "I... I really don't know how to thank you Zayn. Really." I laugh humorlessly. "I feel like I owe you a lot already for saving me twice."

He chuckles. "It's nothing. But a dinner will be nice, if that's okay."

I smiled and wiped my tears. "Okay. But... We can't.. Um... Be seen like you know? Together out in the public? People will say that I'm--"

"We won't. I won't let Harry get jealous of me. I know how he gets definitely jealous." He answers. "Now eat up so you can take shower and I'll drive you home."

I nod.

After I finished eating with Zayn and how we casually talked a lot of things together, I was happy for him that he's already signed to a new  recording label, that he's busy working on his new album and that he's seeing someone new though he didn't specify who it actually was but I'm happy for him. I would want to ask him about Perrie but then I'm sure he wouldn't want to talk about her too.

When I finished taking a shower, he lent me another shirt and since he's slim, it didn't look too loose on me. He even lent me a pair of pants which was a bit loose too. By the time we got inside his car, I was so worried that I might get seen being with him but then he was a pro at hiding from the paps.

"How long have you been an expert at deceiving the paps?" I almost laughed when I asked him.

He grins. "I've been practicing it for a long time now. I guess I'm getting good at it."

I chuckle. "Well I'm here." I say as I look out from the window. I see my apartment, and it's been a very long time since I came back here.

Zayn steps on the break and looks out of the window too. "That's a rad looking building."

I nod. "It's an old one. But the people here are really great that's why I love it here."

I look back at him and he smiles.

"I can't blame you." He answers me. "What's your Twitter? So that I can follow you on it."

"Oh! I'm making history, Zayn just asked my Twitter account." I smirked.

He just cooly chuckles as he hands me his phone. "Will you search it for me?"

"Sure." I began to search my account on Twitter and once I found it, I handed it back to him.

Zayn glares at his phone. "Alright, followed."

I exhale heavily. "Well, thanks for... Everything Zayn and for the follow. I mean it's unbelievable that I've spent that time with you and you personally asked for my account. It's truly an amazing experience. Really."

He smiles. "It's nothing. And I would look forward for a followback."

I chuckle softly. "Yes. You will definitely receive a followback."

Zayn nods while smiling so handsomely. "And Im also looking forward to having that dinner with you?" He says while smirking at me.

I laughed inwardly. "Sure. Yes. Tonight?"

Zayn nods. "That would be lovely."

"Hmmm, seven would be fine." I singsong.

"Alright. I will bring some wine."

I smiled at him before I stepped out of his luxury car. "Thanks again Zayn and see you tonight." I waved goodbye.

"See you, Tate." He waved before I shut the door and left him.

I walked my way inside the building and went up to my apartment. I pulled out my phone only to find tons of messages and missed calls from Monique. I texted her right away that I was fine and that I was home. I instantly opened my Twitter and got Zayn's requesting for a follow. I accepted it and followed him back too.

I crashed on the couch and just stares at my home then all of a sudden I see Harry and me like how it used to be when he'd crash over or when both of us just woke up from our sleep.

"It's different now Tate..." I muffled. "It's different now because you left him."

I sigh heavily.