The Babysitter (Zayn Malik Fanfiction)

Part 33

- "SAMERAH OPEN THE DOOR!" A hoarse voice scared me.

- "NO!" I screamed back, my legs were shaking.

- "Open the fucking door." The man spoke quietly. I recogonized Zayn's voice.

I glanced at the clock : *2:24 am*

Decidely , if i stay here, it will never stop.

As i said, i cannot stay in this house.

- "Samerah." His voice was more soft.

I stared at the wall,speechless .

I hope he will think that i'm already asleep.

He pushed the door again, moaning.

He was obviously drunk.

-"Samerah i know you're awake . Open the fucking door now or i'm going to break it."

I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and stopped my respiration.

*BAM* He pushed it roughly and,naturally, it broke.

His hair was messy and he was sweating as hell.

It was too late to act like i'm sleeping.

He didn't look mad or.

His facial expression was mysterious.

He sat beside me, right on the place where Harry sat and started singing slowly.

This man is drunk.

-"Come with me." He pronounced,holding my hand.

I couldn't react or say anything. He can do anything since he's drunk.

He opened the door and ran to another little door, near the bathroom.

He was drunk, i'm pretty sure of it because he was staggering slightly.

God this guy is crazy.

I know that if i disobey he will do something that i will regrey. i know this man.

As he opened the little door, i discovered stairs.

Stairs? I thought this house had only two floors. Zayn was behind me.

I was climbing the wooden stairs carefully, because they were really small and cracking under my feet . i felt like i was going to fall for a moment until i felt Zayn's hand around my waist, helping me to find my balance.

When i reached what i was imagining as a '3d floor' i discovered something that i never expected:The roof.

We were on the roof.

I turned around, giving to Zayn a questionning look.

He avoided my stare .

i sat quietly without speaking.

Why the hell did he bring me here.

He sat beside me and stared at the stars .

His hazel eyes were shining . A little smirk was playing across his lips.

His brownish hair was still ruffled. It looked really cute.

He was beautiful.

He suddenly caught me looking at him.

I looked away nervously.

- "Sammie" He stated.

- "They're beautiful." I replied.

He gave me a confused look then shrugged

- "Yeah they are."

-"I know." I replied stupidly.

- "Listen Sam. I'm Really sorry." He declared,holding my look.

I stared at his shining eyes and giggled

- "Why is everyone sorry in this house?"

He started chuckling too.

- "Hahaahhahahahahahhahahahha"

He laughed for a while , i stared at the moon.

It was a really beautiful night an from that roof, i felt like i was seeing the whole sky. Magical.

I suddenly felt something on my shoulder, turned and found Zayn's head.

He was half asleep.

That's so natural, he was drunk.

His head was burning my shoulder. I didn't know what to do. Should i push him, storke his hair, wake him up or just let him.

i naturally decided to let him, he looked tired.

- "Say something." He whispered.

My heart skipped a beat, he was still awake.

I took a deep breath , closed my eyes and declared :

- "Zaynie. I'm really glad to...to i don't know." i started then touched his brownish hair and continued

"To be here with you. I missed how you were pissing me off when you were babysitting the twins. You were awesome with them . You looked like you were .... i mean ...I never hated you , it's just that, i didn't want to admit to myself that i..Zayn? Zayn are you awake?"

I reached his face, put away slowly the hair that was on his face.

His eyes were closed and he was breathing slowly. He was sleeping.

I hope that he didn't hear what i just said to him.

I bet he didn't.

I stared at his face for a while.

He looked innocent.

Form a drunk Zayn to an innocent Zayn.

i put my head in his head and closed my eyes too.

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