My brothers best mate (Liam fanfic ft. Louis and Larry)

Chapter Forty-One

Chapter 41

Shannon's POV: 

I panicked, watching the door close as Liam and Riley walked away leaving me with Zayn. She is so dead. Oh who am I kidding, I'm going to die of embarrassment in the next two seconds. 

"Shannon, you alright?" I heard Zayn get up. 

Slowly turning around with a panicked smile my eyes met Zayn standing in his boxers. More panic set in as I tried to look anywhere but him. Crap,crap,crap. My breathing started to quicken. I'm I really about to have a panic attack over this?

Zayn must have noticed because the next thing I know, he scooped me up in his arms and placed me on the bed rubbing my back, sitting next to me whispering calming words. 

"Just breath Shann," Zayn's words were smooth as I paid attention to the shapes he was now tracing into the back of my hand. 

"Better?" He asked, noticing my breathing start to become steady. I nodded, mesmerized by the tiny shapes. 

His hands were soft and gentle as they brushed over my palm. His movements were precise as if he perfected the action, knowing exactly what he was doing. I watched as he flipped my hand over into his like they were dancing with one another. He drew circles and triangles and figure eights like I was his personal sketch pad. "Look, Shannon, I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable. You take the bed, I'll sleep on the floor." Zayn spoke again, pulling me back to earth.

Blinking, I folded my eyebrows at this comment and shook my head looking up to finally meet his gaze. His light hazel orbs pierced through me. A warm ball of light formed in my stomach as I watched his eyes study my own. 

"N-no, I don't want to intrude. I-I'll sleep on the floor or..." Zayn started to chuckle. 

"You're not intruding if I agreed you could stay. Have the bed." He got up and started to walk away, letting go of my hand I didn't realize I was still holding. My hand suddenly felt cold and empty. 

"We could put a pillow between us." I blurted out before I could think. Did I just say that? What is wrong with you? He probably thinks you're a creep now. 

Zayn turned around with a small smirk on his face. "If that's what you want." He grabbed the pillow Riley brought over and placed it in the middle of the bed. "My side and your side." He gestures climbing in. I hesitated before climbing in next to him. The bed was welcoming as I pulled the covers up to my shoulder settling in. It was much better than the floor or couch. There was just one problem, Zayn Malik was next to me!

I turned to my side and faced him surprised to see he was already looking at me with a smile. "Comfy?" He asked softly. His long beautiful eyelashes drooped down making him look tired. I nodded in response to his questions before he whispered a goodnight turning off the light and closing his eyes. I laid there and stared at his beauty, mesmerized.

When I woke up the next morning the room was still dark and I was holding something, something that breathed. My eyes widened realizing I had once again woke up cuddling Zayn Malik. 

How does this keep happening? I hope Riley had a nice night with Liam because it is the last time she will ever see the light of day! She is so dead. 

I let go and tried to move only to find I was stuck under Zayn's grip. Oh great. 

"Uh, Zayn?" I softly shook him, nothing. "Zayn." I shook him a little harder. Zayn scrunched up his face opening his eyes.

"What, love?" his voice was deep and raspy, catching me off guard. I stared at him. Holy shit! Please keep talking! Wait, no. Shannon, get a grip!