Sour Diesel // z.m

Chapter 9

Trigger Warning!!! Mention of self-harm! Ship when you see * and continue reading after the second *
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When I woke up the next day, I felt pain.

Pain in my inner thigh and it was driving me crazy. It seemed like both me and Zayn slept the entire day because it was now 7:05 in the morning.

He was still sleeping on my chest and we were in the same position as we fell asleep. His lips were parted as heavy breaths came through, signalizing that he was in a deep sleep. I scratched his head carefully and slowly as I tried not to wake him up.

I don't know if the worst part of all of this: is it because I got shot, or if I had the balls to follow them to the gallery. I felt like a badass as I managed to sneak into the car and followed them without being captured.

It felt like I was in a movie or something.

Subljov was a scary man and I hope I will never see his face again. He was screaming powerful and toxic. But I'm not going to lie.

It was hot seeing Zayn shooting those security guards.

I can't help it.

"Hmpf," he mumbled and let out a big yawn. His grip around me tightened as his eyes fluttered open.

"Mh, good morning," he grumbled with a deep, raspy morning voice. It was so sexy.

"Hi," I answered quietly as my fingers continue to scratch his back and he let out a humming sound. "That's nice," he mumbled and closed his eyes, getting a small smile on his lips.

I couldn't help but smile myself, he is just too cute.

We lay here for a while, just enjoying our company together. I'm scared of thinking about what's going to happen next since he mentioned that we were going to talk together after the gallery.

I know I'm going to hear it from him.

His fingers smooth over the skin on my hips, his warm touch sending shivers into my body. I want to savor this moment forever.

"Zayn," I said quietly and he tilted his head up to look at me, waiting for me to continue. "Yeah?"

"Kiss me."

He didn't hesitate as he scooted up closer before he brought his lips to my own, kissing me tenderly and slowly. It felt like a special kiss. It was so soft, but also desperate.

He pulled away after a while and I looked into his eyes as they stared into my own. "I shall get the doctor over here, are you in pain?" he asked quietly and I nodded.

He picked up his phone and typed on it as he went to the bathroom, closing the door after him. I sighed and leaned my head back against the wall.

The chemistry between us was both tense but normally. In a few minutes there was a knock on the door and Zayn came out of the bathroom and opened it.

A young man entered the room with a small smile on his face as he and Zayn shook hands before he turned his attention to me.

"Miss West, how are you feeling today?" he asked with a hint of a Spanish accent. "Good, but I'm sore and have a lot of pain," I admitted as he sat down at the edge of the bed, looking at me with his blue eyes.

He had tanned skin and brown hair, he didn't look that bad.

"I can give you some pain killers if you want to?" he suggested and I nodded. "That would be great."

He opened his medical purse and grabbed some pills, handing them over to me. "They are very strong, so only use them in an emergency," he informed and I nodded.