Sadie’s POV
Zayn was laying on me. It was 1,000 degrees.
“Zayn, get off!” I groaned pushing him away. He picked his head up quickly, smacking me in the chin with his head. “Uhhh” I bit my upper lip. I could feel blood.” I’m bleeding” I whispered. He rolled off the couch and stood up. He stretched, pulled on his t-shirt, and leaned over to pick me up. He carried me up the stairs. I was bleeding a lot. There was blood all over my white Jack Wills sweatshirt. Great. We walked passed Niall and Lucy on the couch, I did a double take and they scared Zayn, he almost dropped me. He sat me on the counter and grabbed a paper towel. He handed it to me. He turned and got another paper towel and wet it. He came back to the counter and dabbed at my bleeding lip, it hurt really badly. He started laughing. He was laughing so hard he couldn’t hold the paper towel to my lip.
“What?” I asked. I know I looked like hell but, he was laughing really hard.
“You- hahaha you- you’re- haha.”
“ Zayn! I’m gonna kill you.” I said daringly. He lifted his hand. It was really wet.
“You drooled all over my hand!” He laughed even harder. I was mortified. I ran to get a paper towel for him. I wiped off his hand.
“I’m so sorry, there’s blood and drool all over your hands. Ew.” He stopped laughing.
“It’s ok!” he said smiling. I looked up sheepishly at him. “You’re still bleeding.” He said frowning. “I cut your face, and you drooled on me. You still win.”
“That’s true.” I said smiling.
“You’re cute.” He said walking over to the freezer to get me a piece of ice. He wrapped it in a clean towel and pushed it to my upper lip. I flinched, it stung. “You have to leave it! You’ll get a fat lip! Someone will call the cops if Liam doesn’t kill me first.” That made me giggle. “Your sweatshirt’s a mess!” He pulled it up over my head. He didn’t know I wasn’t wearing a shirt under it. “Oh!” he said blushing, Looking at me in my neon pink, lacy bra.
“Surprise!” I said smiling. I wasn’t embarrassed, not really sure why. “I don’t really wanna go back downstairs.” I said. “It’s hot and stuffy.”
“Are you telling me you want to go up to a bedroom?” He said winking at me.
“Ha-ha. But yes.” He pulled the ice away from my lip as it stopped bleeding.
“Looks good to me! How does it feel?” he asked concerned.
“Much better, nurse, thanks!” I said. He stuck his tongue out at me and I gave him a mischievous smile. He turned around and picked me up giving me a piggy back ride upstairs. I directed him to my favourite bedroom in the house. Everything in the room was silver. The carpet, the walls, the curtains, furniture, all silver and reflective. We walked in and we stood in front of the mirror. He let me down slowly, not looking away from the mirror. We looked out of place. Both in black sweatpants, me in a neon pink bra, Zayn in an orange t-shirt. He smiled and turned to face me. His eyes wandered down to my cleavage. “My face is up here, champ.” He looked into my eyes and smiled. “Let’s go out tomorrow?” He asked.
“Ummmm” I started. He looked down. “I’m just playing!” I said grabbing his cheeks and pulling his lips down to mine. He kissed me softly and put his hands on my waist. He forgot I didn’t have a shirt on and pulled his hands away quickly like my body was literally hot to touch. He pulled away and looked at me. I looked at him questioningly.
“You are allowed to touch me you know.” He smiled and kissed me again confidently, this time, putting his hand on my waist and slowly moving them to my back. I got goose bumps all over my body, he felt them and pulled away again.
“You cold?” he asked.
“A little,” I confessed. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer. My arms were around his waist now. “That’s better.” I said, burying my face in his chest.
“I’m sorry for ignoring you all these years, I was stupid, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” He said getting quieter. I looked up at his big brown eyes.
“All that matters is I’m yours now.” I said smiling.
He blushed and it made me giggle. He grabbed me by the waist again and I wrapped my arms around his neck. He kissed me passionately. I could feel him smiling and I smiled back. He moved his hands to my butt and lifted me up like a toddler. My legs were wrapped around his waist and he walked over to the bed, still kissing me deeply. He laid me down first and put his arms on either side of my head. I grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled it over his head. He looked into my eyes and smiled. I scooted back to the top of the king size bed and crawled under the covers, daring him to come after me. He came up and lay behind me, kissing my neck. It sent chills down my spine and he chuckled darkly. He laid his head back down on the pillow and I realized at the same time, how tired I was. I rolled over so we were face to face. He smiled at me and kissed me on the nose. We fell asleep my head on one of his arms and the other arm draped on my bare hip. I had a date tomorrow with Zayn Malik, summer was ahead of us, and I felt on top of the world.
