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33. Maudsley (PART ONE).

~Mason Nicole's POV~

Like most typical mornings now I wake up in the spooning position. Me always being the little spoon. Always wearing my bra and panties and sometimes with my favorite long kimono robe with black paisleys on them, like this morning. And Zayn always shirtless and pants-less.

But this morning, I wake up and Zayn walks out of my bathroom with nothing but a towel around his waist. He doesn't notice I'm awake so I watch him silently for a while. He puts on his briefs and his sweatpants.

"Morning babe." I smile.

"Morning pretty lady." He lays next to me then pulls me on top of him. "How are you?"

"Almost naked." I smile.

"Cute." He shrugs then stares into my eyes as I smile.

"What's wrong?" I pout.

"Why aren't you mad about me and Bree?" He looks at me.

"Cause we weren't da-"

"Bullshit. When I told you your blood boiled I know cause I felt it. You might as well erupted because holy shit you were pissed. Why did you stay calm?" He sits us up.

"There was no reason to be mad for the things you did when we weren't dating."

"Stop saying that. You wanted me to think you're one of those girls who doesn't get jealous-"

"What did you want me to do to you? Push you into the pool and hit you with the pole? Rip Bree's guts out and beat the shit out of her?"

"Yes! I wanted you to kill me for all I care." He exasperates. "Like yesterday when I was high with your dad and Collin. I wanted you to get angry with me like that."

"That's pointless! Then I look crazy. You didn't even listen to me yesterday." I defend myself.

"You're dating me why are you worried about seeming crazy?"

"Okay Zayn. I wanted to fucking kill you and her even though we weren't dating. Doesn't that sound jealous?"

"Well I like jealous girls. Cause then I feel cared about and held down."

"So you're mad that I'm not mad about you getting a blowjob?"

"Just kiss me already." He pulls on my hair to bring me close out of impulse. He slides his tongue down my mouth and plays with mine. He cups my boob and squeezes it a little before I pull away. "Just get angry when you're suppose to."

"But that's mean." I pout.

"Everything you do is cute okay?" He says. "I keep dreading this day more because of this evaluation thing."

"Don't think about it, tell me one of your psych ward stories." I grin then lay next to him and he throws his arm around me.

"I remember I was in this other psych ward cause instead of going to juvie I went there." He gloats and I smile snugging into him. He snakes an arm around my shoulder. "So one day I got bored, decided to have a wank, totally normal. I guess there was this intern or some new chick. She accidentally walks into my room thinking it was god knows where."

"What'd you do?" I look up at him.

"Well if you wouldn't interrupt me you would know now wouldn't you?" He grips my shoulder playfully and I giggle. "So I'm holding my dick, she's just staring at it completely surprised. And I'm like 'unless you're gonna suck it get the fuck out' and she just frantically slams the door."

"What a sweet boy I have." I banter.

"She killed my moment!"

"Why were you so focused on having a wank?"