Our Summer of Direction

Chapter Twenty-five

“They crack me up.” I say with a giggle as Harry and I walk up to his room.

“You have only just witnessed their craziness.” Harry says still laughing about downstairs.

“I have a hard time believing they could possibly get crazier.” I say walking into his bedroom.

“You underestimate them.” Harry tells me shutting the door.

“Did I tell you what Emilea is getting on her birthday?” I ask with a grin.

“No what is she getting?” He asks lounging on his bed.

“A tattoo; more like four but whatever. There is one that she is getting that glows in the dark!” I exclaim.

“What is the tattoo of?” He asks sitting up.

“A light saber.” I say mysteriously. Harry laughs loudly and leans back again. I stand up and walk over to the book case in his room.

“You’re the only person I know who keeps books, movies, and CDs, on the same case.” I say as I look through the movies.

“It is handy; I like not having to go separate spots for everything. Not to mention I am not home enough to really care; although I am home a lot now that I am not on tour….” He adds trailing off. I see a game on top of his shelf and laugh pulling it down.

“I cannot believe you have a shock game!” I exclaim setting it up for us to play.

“I cannot believe you want to play a shock game.” Harry says putting his hand on the joystick. The game is that both people hold on to the joystick while it sends increasing shocks into your hand. The first one to let go loses.

“Ready to lose, Cupcake?” I ask with a wink.

“We are not making another bet.” He states firmly turning it on. I grab it and try not to wince as we progress through each level.

“GAH!” I shriek as the really intense level 6 shock comes through. I pull my hand away quickly trying to shake the pain away.

“I totally just beat you!” Harry screams triumphantly. I keep shaking my hand as the tingles are still shooting up my arm.

“That hurt like a motherfucker!” I shout still shaking my arm.

“Are you alright?” He asks after a moment of me still jumping around and freaking out.

“That hurt waaay more than it should have!” I say sitting down as the tingles stop shooting.

“Your face was completely priceless.” He says kissing my forehead. He takes my hand and spreads it out making me wince as the electricity shot again. He leans close to my ear making me think he is going to whisper something sweet and romantic.

“You’re such a whiny baby.” He says finally.

“Aw, that is not what I thought you were going to say!” I say scrunching my nose in annoyance at him.

“What did you think I was going to say?” He asks cocking his head at me.

“Something sweet and adorable!” I say sticking my tongue out at him and scooting toward the wall and away from him.

“Don’t be like that.” He says rolling his eyes and scooting closer.

“Don’t be like what?” I whisper before closing my eyes and pressing my lips to his.

Zayn’s POV

“Are you sure that you don’t want me to come to LA with you?” I ask Perrie again.

“Zayn, you have an interview on Saturday. There is no way that you can fly with me on Thursday and be back and well rested for Saturday. It would literally be you getting on a plane with me spending the night and then getting right back on a plane to fly back.” Perrie points out.

“Yeah, but-.” I start.

“But nothing Zayn; I am going to be fine!” She interrupts with a smile.

“I appreciate the concern, but I will be with Jesy, Jade, and Leigh-Anne.” She adds after a moment. I smile at her and she just rolls her eyes.

“Sorry, I am just a little paranoid.” I say with a shrug.

“Why? I have been fine before! I fly all the time.” She points out. I nod at her logic and lean back on the couch.

“Where is your sketchbook?” Perrie asks after a moment.

“In my bedside table.” I reply automatically. Perrie jumps up from the couch and bounds upstairs.

“I found it!” She singsongs bouncing down the stairs. She passes me a pencil and the book and stares at me expectantly.

“What do you want Per?” I ask as she continues to stare.

“Draw me as a cartoon!” She exclaims with a smile.

“I would need a purple crayon.” I tease rubbing her hair between my fingers. She slaps my hand teasingly and motions towards the paper again.

“You will have to sit still.” I warn as I open the book to a fresh page. I glance over at her and start by drawing a circle for her head. She makes a noise when I draw her nose and I look up at her.

“Is my nose really that big?” She asks touching her face. I laugh and shake my head.

“Perrie, this is a cartoon it isn’t supposed to be perfectly proportioned.” I explain continuing to draw. True to my word I leave and get a purple crayon and color in her mass of hair.

“Now this picture is super legit.” I laugh showing it to her. Perrie grins adorably and I wrap my arm around her. She rips the page out of my sketchbook and folds it up before sliding it into her pocket.

“Why did you do that?” I ask fingering the shredded paper left in my sketchbook.

“I want to keep it. I like the way you draw.” Perrie explains laying her head on my chest.

“Well thank you.” I say with a small smile.

“I have to leave soon.” Perrie tells me after a moment.

“Why? I thought you were spending the night with me.” I say sitting up a little.

“I need to pack for LA and I promised the girls that they could come over tomorrow. My apartment is a mess. I should really clean it. You’re welcome to spend the night at my place tonight though.” She says as I play with her hair.

“Yeah, I suppose I can help you clean.” I say kissing her forehead.

“Do you just want to go now then? We can go up to your room and you can get stuff.” Perrie says. I look around and then look back at her.

“No, I don’t mind doing the walk of shame in the morning.” I smirk.

“What is the ‘walk of shame’?” Perrie asks scrunching her eyebrows together.

“It’s an American thing. It is the walk across town or to your home in the same clothes as yesterday after you slept with someone and spent the night at their house.” I say with a grin. Perrie doesn’t say anything for a moment and looks like she is really processing what I had just said. Then she gets a mischievous look on her face and turns her body towards me. She wraps her arms around my neck and I set my hands on her waist.

“Well then prepare for the best walk of shame in your entire life Zayn Malik.” Perrie says with a wink.

“God I love you.” I murmur before molding our mouths together.