-Ariana-
I woke up and my head was throbbing.
It felt like three tons of bricks were thrown at me, and my stomach wasn’t happy either.
I ran straight into my bathroom, pulled my hair back, and barfed into the toilet.
I had no clue how I got home, I was terrified.
My hair was a mess, my makeup was covering my face, and I didn’t even have my cardigan on anymore. I was wearing someone’s blue jean jacket; and it was pretty big.
I sat on the bathroom floor trying to remember what happened last night, but I couldn’t even think straight. I tied back my hair and buttoned up the jacket, it was pretty cold in here.
I walked back over to get into my bed until I seen the covers shifting.
I slowly walked over to it and ripped them off the bed.
“What the hell! What are you doing here?!” I yelled at a sleeping Zayn in my bed.
“Why are you so damn loud?” He yelled back and groaned.
“Why the hell are you in my bed? In my house at that; did you try to…” I stopped and looked at him.
He just smirked at me, I felt my face instantly heat up.
“You disgusting asshole! You’re such a dick Zayn! You’re nothing but a womanizing manwhore and you did that to me?! You knew wouldn’t remember anything. You’re just gross; ugh!” I yelled at him, and I could tell it pissed him off.
“First of all, I didn’t sleep with you. I saved your fucking life after Austin was about to basically rape you! No one else would have come in to save your ass but me. After his friend basically drugged you, I brought you home to be nice and make sure that you were okay and stayed over. I wouldn’t even want to sleep with a prissy chick like you. You’re so ungrateful and you don’t even stop to think about anyone else but yourself. So next time this happens to you, I wont be there to fucking save you Ariana.” Zayn yelled back at me.
Then every slowly started coming back to me, oh my God. I feel horrible.
“Z-Zayn I’m so sorry, I didn’t know.” I stuttered and held my head in my hands.
“Yeah, cause that’s how fucked up you were last night. And I survived your cat trying to attack me.” He scoffed and leaned against my door post.
I actually liked Austin; I thought could trust him more than I could even trust Zayn at the moment.
“What happened to the others?” I sighed.
“They stayed for a few minutes last night then went home. Cher’s with Harry right now, the others are at home. Probably getting over hangovers. Here.” I said walking to where he was laying and back over to me, handing me a glass of orange juice.
“Juice?” I said looking at him.
“Shut up and drink it.” He said sternly.
I took a small sip and it did help a lot.
“Sorry for um…accusing you.” I sighed.
“Whatever; forget about it. You wouldn’t be able to even endure it anyway.” He laughed to himself quietly.
“You’re a pig.” I yelled at him.
“But your eyes did light up at the thought of it.” He winked at me.
“Okay Zayn, I can give you one thing. You’re cute. But that doesn’t mean that I’d sleep with you. I’m not easy to get in bed.” I assured him, and by the look on his face, he wasn’t expecting me to call him cute.
