Dangerous. (Zayn Malik)

Chapter Nine.

Okay guys! This chapter kinda sucks but I am kinda proud of it. It's sad... GO READ REUNITED! Also go read Everything's changed if you like Larry! (; uhm, well please tell me how this chapter makes you feel. I want to know if I am still attracting you guys! Well I haven't heard any of you say that you want the sequel to Our Beautiful Mistake, so I don't want to waist time writting it... I love you. Stay beautiful.

Dedicated to my real life bestfriend. Why? well because I love her.

I woke up pressed to a warm chest. When it had occurred to me what today was I just wanted to curl back up to Zayn. He was still asleep but I was wide away. I glanced over Zayn's shoulder to his dresser where my black dress was hung. I slumped back into his duvet and pulled him closer. Now he was awake.

"Are you going to be okay today?" His morning voice was always my favorite. It was husky and raspy but innocent. I just dug my head into his neck in hopes that it would go away. That today wasn't happening.

It had been five days. The longest five days of my life. Sure I had gone longer without talking to Matt, but now he was gone. I would never get to tell him my secrets. I would never go to his flat and cuddle on his couch. Matt was dead, and today we would all say goodbye. Today was the day Matt would be shown off for the world to see him. Hopefully the makeup would cover the horrible purple mark the rope left.

We were in charge of the funeral. When I had called Matt's parents they simply said they hadn't cared and that he sinned against god. I wished I could see them just to punch them in their pearl necklace all black suit faces. The girls and I had decided that we would cremate his body and keep a part of him with us at all times in necklaces that the funeral home offered.

"Time to get ready," Zayn groaned to me and I tried to ignore him. I didn't want to face today. I just blamed myself anyway. Seeing his body would be the last straw for me. When Tristin explained the condition he found Matt in, my skin curled.

I eventually got out of Zayn's warm comforting bed and slumped slowly and sluggishly to the bathroom. Normally Zayn and I would play music to get ready, we would dance around and share kisses. Not today. I turned the water on and pulled the lever up to make the water shower. I didn't care about the temperature of the water today. I took a long shower this time. Normally at Zayn's I would take fast showers, not today I didn't.

I took ten minutes easily to shave my legs. I washed through my hair three times. I poured Zayn's body wash over me at least five times. When I finally turned the water off I waited to hear Zayn playing Ed Sheeran, the sound never filled my ears. I wrapped myself in a thin white towel and used my forearm to remove the steam from his mirror.

I brushed my teeth before exiting the room. Zayn was ready and waiting for the shower. I kissed him without any words as I passed him. When the door closed I sat in front of his bedroom door at the full length body mirror. My legs curled under me and my towel dropped. I stood again and placed black laced underwear and a matching bra on. I knew that no one would know if I wore blue or even white. But it didn't feel right.

I grabbed my makeup bag from the duffel bag setting now on Zayn's bed and sat in front of the mirror again. I brushed through my black hair and applied my cover-up. When the water shut off in the bathroom I was on my second coat of mascara. I put a little more eye liner than I was used to, but it didn't look horrible. When Zayn walked from the bathroom with a towel around his waist I was putting on my red lip stick. I felt red would be okay.

"Every things going to be okay," Zayn told me kissing my temple once I stood from the floor. He now had on his boxers, and a t-shirt. He wasn't one to get dressed before he did his hair.