Zayn walked aimlessly through the marble-tiled hallways, looking at the rooms he passed. "This is my room, although I think I'm sharing a room with Niall because he's my snugga-lumph baby momma, and I'm his snugga-lumph baby daddy," he said casually, not looking at them. "But if you need me, thats where I'll be. And then," he said, turning to a room with all white walls and furniture, "is where Chantal will be," he said, putting down her bags. He strolled to the next room, which was the same. "Rachel's," he said. "And Eva's," he finished, reaching the third room. "Feel free to do anything in them. Paint the walls, have a dance party, crash the TV, well dont do that because I bought them, but have fun and feel free to decorate them freely," he said, grinning at the ladies.