The Babysitter (Zayn Malik Fanfiction)

Part 36

" Come here." he uttered, holding my hand .  

Many bottles were floating in the pool. Zayn took one of them and opened it . 

- "Here you are," He handed it to me . 

- "I .. I don't drink." I stuttered . 

-" It will warm you up c'mon."  

I grabbed it and started drinking quickly . The bubbles made me cough . 

Zayn chuckled . 

I felt the fresh liquid in my mouth . 

I drank and handed it to him. 

- "It is not too bad, i like it." 

He drank from that bottle and we started swimming . Many persons around us were muttering and drinking too.  

I never though those kind of places exist . 

I felt Zayn's eyes on me. 

- "I'm still cold." I whispered. 

My body was freezing, the water was fresh . 

He leaned towards me and hugged me . 

I put my head on his naked chest, feeling better.  

He was hot , really hot. His chest was burning me . 

if that blonde guy didn't push me when he wanted to grab a bottle behind us, we'd stay like that forever.  

All the night. 

- "Hey you!" Zayn groaned. 

-"Sorry." The blonde man pouted, holding the buttle. 

Zayn took it from his hand and uttered 

-"Go away." 

The man obeyed. 

Zayn glared at the bottle then gulped a long sip. 

He handed it to me .  

I did the same. I started enjoying it . 

The pool was really dark , a slight light, coming from the nearby street was enlightening his wet hair . 

He leaned towards me again, pressing his chest against mine . 

He pulled my chin up and gave me a long deep kiss .  

His long arms find their way around my waist as he continued kissing me like there's no tomorrow. 

I was shivering . I was floating . 

is it because of the alcohol or it's normal when we're in a pool? 

- "This one is still full." 

Another bottle. 

I smiled and drank , slowly then i tried to find his lips. We kissed again and again . 

I opened my eyes and stared at the sky. I wanted to laugh. He splashed some water on me as he threw the empty bottle. 

-"Aiie!" I giggled and followed him. 

I jump on his back and ruffled his wet hair. 

-"NOT MY HAIIR" He chuckled. 

I knew his weak spot. 

I faced him and gave him another quick kiss . He was motionless , staring at me deeply . 

He suddenly put his wet hand on my forehead and put my hair away from my face . he reachs my cheek to my chin then my neck and lower.

-"Hey, Sam ,Sam."  

Someone was shouting my name shaking me. Harry was in front of me. 

-"What?" i groaned . 

-"You need to wake up it's already 11:00am." He stared at me for a while , with an expressionless blank face. It was different.Different than before. 

That day when he promised to help me, he wasn't like that. 

I sat on my bed and noticed that he already left the room .He looked...unhappy. I didn't want to see that guy like that, because he helped me a lot. 

He was with me when Zayn wasn't talking to me. Helping me , making me laugh , tickling me, kissing me .  

I need to give him something too. I can't support this. 

Zayn. 

Yesterday night. 

The day with Zayn kidnapping me the pool the kisses the bottles. His wet hair . 

Maybe i just imagined all those things . 

I touched my hair : totally dry. 

Unfortunately , it was a dream ,a beautiful dream but Just a dream.

I pushed the sheets slightly and turned on the radio . 

A U2 song . I liked it a lot .  

I jumped off the bed , my head was heavy and my sight was blurried. 

-"Oh my god." I groaned, touching my forehead . 

I sang slowly , following U2 and laid on my bed again , staring at the ceiling. 

-"NOOOOO NOT THE SPOOON!" I heard liam shouting . They were having fun downstairs i guess. I couldn't stop myself, i started laughing. 

Harry was right , i feel really good in this house it's just that i don't wanna have problems here. 

Zayn.Harry.  

Today is the day. I will find my own house. 

My head wasn't hurting me anymore.

I got up quickly . 

*Enrique iglesias *  

i liked his songs . 

- "Cos i like how it feeeeels" i sang with the radio . 

i glared at my chair and discovered with joy and suprise a towel and some wet cloths . 

It wasn't a dream. It wasn't a dream. 

Yesterday. Everything was real. 

I grabbed the towel and put it in my drawer then wore some sinny jeans and a blue tank top and ran downstairs. 

I was smiling like a stupid, jumping like a crazy in the stairs, singing slowly. 

- "Yeah i guess you're happy Samerah yeah." I turned and found Nialler, with a dog. 

-"Yes i ammmmm You can't imagine hoow!" I jumped in his arms giggling. 

-"Okay okay what happened yesterday?" He winked. 

-"We we we were in a pool and we were swimming and drinking then he kissed me and .."  

-"And?" 

i heard steps behind me .Harry. 

He glanced at me, his look was full of tiredness and hurt. 

- "Good morning Harry.." I smiled weakly. 

He turned without responding and ran downstairs.

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