Bradford Bad Boy (a Zayn Malik Fanfic)

Chapter 4

A/N:

This chapter was 2126 words on Word. A fun fact for y’all.

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Chapter 4

Rennie’s P.O.V

I woke up expecting the sun to shine through my window and onto my face. That didn’t happen.

Rennie calm down it is probably just cloudy.

I was calm until I felt something heavy wrapped around my waist. I recapped what happened last night.

Ok so I went out to the club with Zayn, I teased him, I ran outside and that man grabbed me. Oh my god, did he sleep with me?! No, he couldn’t of. Zayn was beating him. But that’s the last thing I remember. I gain the courage to open my eyes and see what’s holding me hostage. An arm. What the hell, who is holding me? I try to softly wriggle free but the persons grip around me tightens. I slowly follow the person’s arm, which is connected to a body, then to a head.

Thank god, it’s only Zayn.

Wait, what? Zayn? What happened last night?! I wasn’t drunk enough that I couldn’t remember, so why can’t I remember anything past Zayn hitting the drunk man?

Hold on a second and think about this Ren. You are lying in bed with a very hot sleeping guy wrapping his arms around you, his face nuzzled in the back of your neck. Take a minute to just embrace the moment. Oh god, he looks so cute when he is sleeping!

And vulnerable…

My body started to over-heat, it was absorbing Zayn’s body temperature like a sponge, and I had to get out of there quick before I caught on fire. Okay, maybe I was being a little dramatic but still.

I tried to slowly escape his hold of me, but with each movement his iron grasp got tighter. Man, he really didn’t want to let me go! I was really starting to get hot snuggled into him like this. I slowly grabbed his hand, lifted it up and slit out from under his arm.

Success!

He let out a small grunt - I hope I didn’t wake him up. I got out of bed silently, instantly cooling me down. I felt a little too much air on my legs though. That’s when I realized what I was wearing.

I had on a large Guns n Roses t-shirt that just covered my arse; it must’ve been Zayn’s. Hold up.

Why am I wearing one of his t-shirts when I can’t even remember when I got changed – or when I went to Zayn’s house – or when I drove here with Zayn - or, yeah I pretty much don’t remember anything. I liked this t-shirt though; maybe Zayn will let me keep it.

My sudden need to pee signaled through me, and I rush to the bathroom to, you know, do what I need to do.

I am horrified at my appearance in the mirror. My hair was crazy and wild, my eye makeup smudged under my eyes. Although I attempted to rub it off, it was useless because my makeup was waterproof. At least my eyes looked a bit better. My hair is impossible to work with, so I just chucked it up in a messy bun.

I creep back in to the bedroom, trying not to wake Zayn up.

“You know, usually I’m the one to leave in the morning, not the girl.” God, he startled me! Because he just woke up his voice was raspy, making him sound sexy.

“Rennie, you look hot.” He stated. My cheeks turned pink.

“W-what? Me, no way! My hair and makeup is a mess, I look gross.”