Hate Turns To Lust (One Direction/ Zayn Malik Fanfic)

♪ Chapter 30 ♪

~Aria’s P. O. V~

The pounding in my head didn’t stop and everything in my body ached. Even through my eyelids I could tell that the sun was going to blind me and I hated myself for not closing the blinds before I went to bed. I thought about last night, thinking of what I could’ve possibly been doing but my mind was blank.

Suddenly I felt something hot hit my neck, making shivers to run up my spine. I groaned and tried to shift over by every movement hurt my body and something heavy was weighing me down. I slowly brought my right arm, from underneath the covers, and brought it to my eyes shielding the light away.

I lifted my eyelids once the darkness covered over my eyes and I slowly looked around. Everything was a blur at first and having a major headache didn’t help either. I know now that this was the after effect of getting drunk so I was pretty sure I got smashed last night.

I turned my head slightly and my mouth grew dry as I saw the person sleeping next to me. F*ck. F*ck. F*ck. I honestly am the most stupid person alive. Sometimes I wonder if my body has a ‘No Sex’ button so I wouldn’t wake up in the morning with a stranger or in this case the last person I wanted to have sex with.

I wanted to get up and kick Zayn out of my bed but I didn’t have the strength in me. My vision as starting to blur again and I felt like my bed was spinning in circles. I guess I got so tired and sick that I fell asleep because he next I knew, everything was dark and thought no longer clouded my head.

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I woke up to shouting, or to what seemed like shouting and suddenly the door screeched open causing me to moan. I stuffed my head under the pillow to make the noises quiet down.

“Wake up you lazy bum,” Irena stated whacking my ass.

“Ugh, stop shouting,” I grumbled under the pillow.

“First of all, I am not shouting and second of all it’s 1 o’clock in the afternoon,” Irena stated lifting the sheets from my body, releasing all the heat that enveloped me.

“I don’t care. Do you want to stay at my place or not? Because I can kick you out if you annoy me anymore,” I threatened, squeezing my eyes tighter.

I heard a grumble, then the sheets were thrown back onto my body and I heard an overly loud slam from my door making me wince. I never really had this bad of hangover mostly because I wasn’t lightweight, in fact I could drink more than most girls I know. I took the pillow off my head and rolled over on my bed, spreading out my arms and legs.

The picture of Zayn in my bed was still fresh in my mind and I wondered if I dreamt it or not. As I looked around my room, here was no sign that he was ever here. No pants, shirts or anything else that might’ve belonged to him. I guess I was dreaming about him being here, and it’s not even a surprise because he has been invading my mind so much lately.

I closed my eyes and put the covers over my head to block the sun that was still streaming through the window. I was starting to drift back off to sleep when I heard a voice saying ‘I love you’. My eyes shot open and I lifted the covers to examine my room but nothing or no one was there.

I rubbed my eyes and groaned. I officially hate alcohol, first making me forget things and now making me hear things. I turn to my side and stretch out my arm to get my phone but when I look at the nightstand next to my bed all I find is a glass of water and two white little pills.

I grabbed the pills and washed them down with the cool water. I settled back down and after a few minutes the pounding in my head reduced and my vision was better. I was pretty sure I couldn’t fall back to sleep so I just got out of bed and decided to take a shower. The hot water that cascaded down my body relaxed my muscles and reduced the pain that was coming from my legs.