Loved You Anyway [Zayn Malik]

12: The Good Ol' Days

Chapter 12:

Zayn POV:

The next morning, my back was stiff and my neck hurt when I tried to turn it. I winced and painfully turned on my right side and came face to face with Hazel's face. She was asleep, her pony tail messy. Louis, Harry, Liam and Niall were asleep next to her. Jesy had left because her parents had picked her up. I breathed out heavily and rolled on my other side and ended up falling on the floor with a loud 'thump'. I winced and rubbed my head. I sat up and noticed the five of them still asleep and an idea popped in my mind. Quietly I ran upstairs and grabbed a black Sharpie. I jogged back downstairs and tip toed first towards Louis. I bent down and drew a moustache on his upper lip, he didn't even flinch. I drew the same to Harry but added a few dots on his forehead. When I bent down on Liam his eyes flew open. My eyes widened and I smiled.

"Morning Liam," I said cheerfully. He narrowed his eyes at me and he sat up, backing away from me.

"Don't you even dare touching that on my precious face!" he said, his voice still scratchy since he just woke up. I frowned and drew the same onto Niall's face. I straightened up and looked over at Hazel. Her face wasn't facing upwards, nor facing sideways. She was curled into a ball and I sighed. I threw the Sharpie onto the floor and walked around, climbed on top of the bed and looked at Liam, a smirk plastered on my lips.

He smirked and rolled his eyes, then stood up and we both started jumping and screaming hysterics. Louis threw us a pillow and Niall groaned but Harry didn't even flinch at us. He just burrowed his head beneath his pillow and tried to sleep. Hazel threw us a pillow and covered her head beneath the blanket.

"What time is it?" Hazel asked her voice sleepy.

"4 in the afternoon," I said and yawned.

"Where's Jesy?" Niall asked sadly.

"She left yesterday," I responded and sat down on the bed. "You told her bye."

"I did?" he asked, confused. "Oh."

I chuckled and momentarily looked at Hazel. She was still beneath the blanket. I looked back at the guys and I noticed that Louis and Harry were staring at each other in shock. Harry poked Louis' upper lip and Louis did the same to Harry. Louis looked at Niall and childishly pointed at him. Niall looked at him confused but then noticed the moustache I had drawn on the both of them. His eyes widened and they all looked at me, accusingly. I smiled a big smile and they narrowed their eyes at me.

"How am I supposed to take this shit off my glorious face!?" Harry shrieked and Hazel took off the blanket and looked at Harry. She burst out laughing and Harry threw a pillow at her face. "This is not funny! Sharpie doesn't get off that easily, Zaynie!" 

I shivered at that nickname and Harry smiled when he noticed that I disliked that nickname.

"Zaynie, Zaynie, Zaynie, Zaynie, Zaynie!" Harry screamed with a grin on his face. 

"Zaynie?" Hazel asked sleepily, she smiled and chuckled. "Nice."

"You want one, too?" Harry asked her innocently. "Lezah?"

I arched an eyebrow at him and we all looked at him as though he was a freak, which he was. "It's Hazel but spelt backwards," he replied.

"Don't ever call me Lezah or whatever!" she said and Harry sighed, crossing his arms across his chest like a little kid.

Niall's stomach rumbled and he smiled. "Food time!"

'Teenagers' by My Chemical Romance started playing and Hazel fished her phone out of her sweat pants pocket.