AVA’S POV
I woke up to the sound of Zayn's voice speaking rapidly on the phone, or was it the breeze pouring in?
As I turned to look, my eyelids fluttered open slowly, and I met with the luxurious ceiling of the hotel before turning to see Zayn standing in front of the water dispenser, ending his call with frustration on his face.
Sitting up, I noticed my breakfast spread out on the table, with a wide range of delicacies ready to be devoured. Why did he order so much for just breakfast?
“Did you find out who did it?” I asked, my voice a little hoarse, and he turned a little too sharply like he hadn't expected me to be awake.
He exhaled softly, before heading over to the sofas crowded around the spread out breakfast.
“I think you should have your meal first.” He said, opening some
