Can It Be Real? (Zayn Malik)

Chapter 10

Bhrielle P.O.V

I knocked on Zayn door and didn't even wait for him to say 'Come In' I opened the door and walked in too see Zayn standing by his bed with only a towel wrapped around his waist.

"What's the point in knocking if your just gonna walk in anyways?" He asked placing his clothes on his bed as he dropped his towel. I quickly covered my eyes and scolded at him.

"Why would you do that?! I'm right here you know!"

"Bhrielle open your eyes" he says.

"Hell no"

"I was wearing boxers under the towel" he says. I slowly open my eyes to look at Zayn and then close them real fast. He lied.

"You liar! Your not wearing anything!" I yell.

All you hear is Zayn laughing really hard and it was such a beautiful sound.

"I'm sorry! I though it would be funny!" He continues to laugh.

"Well you know what it's not, I do not want to see your little 3 inches." I say.

"3 inches?" He asked me.

"Yeah, you hear me" I said.

"If you really must know, it's the size of a bright house remote" he said. I heard the zipper of his pants and I took that as my cue to turn around.

"No it's not"

"Would you like to see again? Because I would be more than happy to show you" he starts to unbutton his pants and I stopped him before he can go any further.

"No no no! I believe you! I was lying!" I can't believe we were talking about his 'size'

"Really? Doesn't sound so convincing?" He said.

"No no! Please don't!" I quickly cover my eyes in case he tried to try something.

"I'm just playing love" he says.

"So, why did you come in here for?" He asked Slipping his shirt on.

Goodbye abs ;(

"I actually wanted to apologize for yesterday because-" he cuts me off.

"It's fine I swear" he says.

"Shut the fuck up and let me talk" he gave me the chronic bitch face but he let me continue to speak.

"I was out of hand for saying that to you, your my best friend in the entire world and I can't loose or replace you at all what so ever. I had no right saying that to you and I did not mean it. Your not a screw up. If you we're a screw up I wouldn't be friends with you and you wouldn't be staying at my house right now. And I apologize" I say.

He stares at me and moves his jaw around and I can't tell if he's willing to forgive me or the fact that he doesn't even want to talk about it at all.

"I forgive you, it's just that...." he pauses and looks around the room thinking of what to say.

"Everyone says that I've always been a screw up" his lip quivers like he's about to cry. "And it just hurt more from you because you've seen my weak and strong side and your always there for me when I need you. And your my best friend so it made it hurt even more that you would even say that actually. It brought me down a bit" he says.

I'm a horrible person. Believe it or not Zayn is actually sensitive. He's that cool bad boy but when you get to know Zayn like I do he's really sensitive and chilled out. He has those simple answers that's so laid back and calming it's hard to believe that it's Zayn Malik.