Dawn of Love (Z.M.)

Chapter 19. Wake up.

Katie's POV.

I woke up with the sunlight falling briskly on my face. Blinking a few times, I tried to understand where I was. A sting of pain was felt in my head, and I stirred. My gaze landed on a picture hanging on the fall in front of me, and I just got more confused.

Zayn?

Taking my eyes off that beautiful picture, my gaze fell on my side. Moving up from the bottom, I noticed familiar lips, and then Zayn's eyes, shut closed, a prominent smile spread across his face.

God he's beautiful.

I felt something on my forehead, and that's when I realized it was Zayn's hand.

Wait, what? Am I..in Zayn's room?

I moved a bit, losing contact with Zayn's hand, and sat up, resting my head on the bedrest. My head hurt a lot, so I closed my eyes for a few seconds, hoping this pain goes away.

How did I come over here?

Flashes of the past night rushed in my mind, but they were all just too blurred to be figured out.

I need to know why am I here, and I want to ask Zayn about it. But he looks so peaceful in his sleep, I don't want to wake him up.

The way his eyelashes fall on his skin, as if gaurding those beautiful pair of caramel eyes, it's beautiful. The prominent quiff on his hair is messed up, and his raven black hair falling on his forehead, makes me feel some type of way.

I slowly got up from the bed, and started walking towards Zayn's picture hanging on the wall. I felt as if someone was hammering my head, and I might pass out any moment. Reaching the picture, I ran my eyes through the entire. The painting was a masterpiece. I reached out my hand to the part of Zayn's face on the painting.

"Ti?"

I abruptly withdrew my hand from the painting and turned around hearing Zayn's sleepy voice.

I tell you one thing, a guy's sleepy voice is the sexiest thing on this planet. Don't even doubt that.

Zayn was staring at me, half up from the bed, but seemed like he'll go back to sleep any moment. Rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand, he gave me a tiny smirk.

He's so God damn cute.

"Morning."

"Hey. Morning", I smiled awkwardly.

Taking a step towards him, I felt drowsy again. To take some support, I grabbed the edge of the bed, and took a seat next to Zayn.

"Ti are you okay?", Zayn reached out for me, his hand coming to rest on my thigh.

"Yeah I'm fine. It's just the headache.", I pressed my temple with my fingers, trying to ease out the pain.

"Wait let me get some aspirin for you. It is probably because of the heavy drinking last night.", Zayn told me, getting up from the bed.

I raised my eyes to look at him, and I felt something deep inside. His eyes were puffy, and I knew it was because of the lack of sleep.

"Zayn did you sleep last night?", I called out to him, as he shuffled through the side drawer of the bed.

No matter how much he cares for me, I can't let someone skip his sleep for me.

"Nope. I slept well.", Zayn turned around, giving me a small smile.

"Are you sure?"

"Very sure. Here have this.", Zayn handed me the aspirin and the glass of water.