Phoebe tried the knob once again but like before it was shut, out of frustration she hit the door with her leg.
"Now, you're the second to annoy me," she infuriatingly stated.
Digging her hands on her hair, she turned to Zayn placing a hand on her waist.
"Are you happy now? We're both stuck here and this is your fault, maybe if you didn't try to get me to keep quiet then we wouldn't have gotten stuck in this place. "
" Really? I tried telling you that we were stuck in this place but then you were infuriated about the situation, " he said calmly.
" You know what Zayn, now, I don't think I'm angry, I just hope that one of the nurses comes in here and opens the door, I can't imagine what would happen to me when my mum discovers the two of us in this room. "
" You know for someone who is as old as you are, you mention your mother in everything you say, you fear her the most."
Phoebe turned to him giving him a sharp look.
