Piper tilted her head back, yawning softly as she brought the back of her hand against her lips. She was incredibly tired- a lot had happened that day, more importantly a lot had happened for her and Zayn. They were together again after what felt like an entire lifetime and the dark haired beauty couldn't even begin to express how good it felt to be in zmalikffs arms again. "I feel like we woke her up at some point," Piper chuckled quietly, whispering against his lips as her fingers traced the mehndi tattoo on his wrist. It was like they never separated to begin with. "Is it just me or are you tired of them not rooming us together?"

Piper: Hey... I just... I don't know what i'm doing, you're just on your way out now -- yeah, there goes the headlights... red lights. [ she gives a long pause ] and you're... [ she clears throat ] anyway, I just -- is it too late to change our minds? Maybe I'll wake up in the morning and suddenly get along with the paps and actually enjoy all the interviews again... Yeah--.. fat.... chance... I'm sorry, I just -- I love you... I don't... I don't want this anymore-...

Machine: Voice message erased, please record your message after the tone and press # when-

Piper: My phone said there's traffic of some kind... or something so be careful? ...Take care of yourself, yeah? [ she gives a long pause ] Zayn? I'll always love--... to be around? Ah, give a shout if you ever need me or anything at all -- or not? Feel free to ignore this entire... lame.. voicemail.