True [Zayn Malik AU]

Chapter 13

Chapter 13

A sluggish consciousness began draping Aveline into it, her hand subconsciously flying over to her forehead, as she squirmed in her position. The sting of her stubborn headache demanded to be felt, as the hungover girl gradually hatched out of her slumber.

It felt unusually warm and cosy, almost as if some sort of weight was holding her secure in that position. It was quite nice a feeling, if you'd ask her. But she couldn't quite pinpoint what it was that was making her feel this way. A decent amount of shifting and wriggling later, she perceived her fingers were stroking against what felt like someone's arm.

Her hand retreated itself immediately, eyes fluttering open in surprise, as she unwrapped herself from the tight cuddle. Her body instantly regretted letting go of the pleasurable warmth that had her captivated, but what was more important at the moment was the questions that flooded her mind. Qualms soon became company to her queries, as she unwillingly stole a look at the boy peacefully sleeping on her bed, head rested on the same pillow as hers. A tiny amount of relief settled upon her, as she registered who it was that she'd spent the night with.

Nevertheless, she would've practically killed to know that no dirty business had taken place the night prior. She wasn't however in last night's clothes but her changed nightwear. Her guy there was having a sound sleep half-naked in her bed. Were these really the best of signs? The thought of having gone all the way down there with Zayn so soon, especially when she wasn't even in her senses wasn't that good a feeling. Scratch that - it was a terrible feeling.

"Zayn," She fretfully whispered, watching as he frowned in his sleep, probably annoyed from the sunlight poking at his eyes.

"Zayn," Having sat up, she ended up shaking him more violently than she'd intended to.

Squinting eyelids slowly peeled open, allowing Zayn to register an anxious pair of eyes ogling into his face, expectantly.

"Hey," He quickly slurred out, dragging himself to sit upright in a clumsy motion, whilst his fingers rubbed away at his sleep-longing eyes.

"I uh-" He felt surprisingly awkward and timid, not knowing how to explain himself to her.

"This is not what it looks like.." He blurted out the most over-used and futile of excuses, mentally slapping himself the next second for saying this.

Aveline only stared back at him - expectant yet perplexed.

"Look, you.. uh," He paused yet again, desperately seeking the safest of words to portray last night's situation to her.

"Right so, last night, you and Niall were competing at this drinking game and you were quite predictably gone; like, absolutely sloshed. You couldn't even walk, let alone get yourself back home.. So I uh, I drove you back. Got you upstairs and you seemed quite um, uneasy in that outfit of yours," His eyes darted up to hers, curious of their reaction. She didn't look very comfortable at all about what she thought she'd hear next.