Locked With Him

Day Fifteen

'Perrie!' I hear someone yell my name from the distance.

'Perrie!! We're almost going!' Suddenly I recognice the voice as my mum's. I sit up immediately and rub my eyes. The room is filled with light and I look next to me. Zayn's laying there, still asleep.

'Perrie, get yourself downstairs! Now!' My mother keeps yelling. Then I hear her coming up the stairs. Oh no.

I panic and don't know what to do. I just do the first thing that comes to my mind, and that is pushing Zayn out of the bed. He falls on the ground and immediately wakes up.

'Oh fuck!' He groans. I fight the urge to giggle. I know it was mean to wake up him like this, but I had no choice.

'Shh.' I whisper and he remains silent. I grab one of the blankets and pull it over me.

'Perrie Louise Edwards.' I hear my mum say, standing on the other side of the door.

'Yea?' I ask.

'Why are you still upstairs? We have to leave!' She exclaims.

'Oh well, I...' I fake a yawn, 'I just woke up actually.' I say, not even lying.

'Oh, well... Just hurry up, okay?' She asks.

'Yea mum.' I reassure her and then I here her footsteps walk away. I sigh in relief. When I'm sure she's gone, I throw the blanket half off of me.

'What was that for?!' Zayn exclaims, while sitting on the bed again.

'Did you want my mum to see us in the same bed!?' I ask.

'Well, no, but you could've waked me up, instead of throwing me out of the bed!' He scoffs. Looking at his face just makes me laugh.

'Don't laugh!' He says. I put my hand over my mouth, but can't stop. I look down, trying not to look at him, but keep laughing. I lean over, almost with my face in his lap. Then I look up again, a bit calmer then first. He still has a questioning look on his face, he doesn't understand why I'm laughing.

Just looking at his expression makes me laugh again.

'I'm sorry.' I laugh. The corners of his lips turn a bit up.

'I still don't understand why you were laughing this hard.' He says.

'You're an idiot!' I say, still laughing a bit, 'That was fun!'

'What, throwing me out of the bed?' He asks offended.

'No.. Well maybe a little. But how you acted afterwards.' I explain.

'Well, ha-ha.' He pretends to laugh. I bite my lip and look at my lap to make sure I won't burst into laughter again.

'Perrie.' He says. I look up.

'What?' I ask.

'Don't.' He says. I know what he means. It's the third time he said it, but why can't I bite my lip? But I do what he says, because I don't know what the consequences can be.

'Now, explain me about that tattoo.' He demands, pulling me closer, 'There, right?' He asks, turning me around so I don't face him anymore. His hand goes under my shirt, stroking the place where my skin is tattooed. I get shivers down my spine and I know he knows that.

'Yea, uhm...' I start, 'Well, it was like a year and a half ago when I got it.' I say. I feel him nod, but suddenly I feel his lips against the inked skin. Okay, this is distracting.

'The peace sign is just what a peace sign means.' I take a deep breath when his lips found a sweet spot in my neck. But I don't want to let him win, even though he probably already did. 'A symbol for freedom.' I say,  'Peace.' I add whispering.