CAROLINE
My head was pounding and everything just seemed to be too bright or too noisy. I could hear the New York traffic outside and I could feel the sunlight slanting through my closed eyes. Wait, this wasn’t my bed. My uncle’s residence certainly had no traffic in it. What the hell did I do last night? The last memory I had was me and Zayn Malik dancing like crazy in the party then everything just turned into a blur. Of course everything prior to that was already hazy but I could remember bits and pieces of it. I rolled sideways and hit something solid. I opened my eyes and saw a sleeping Zayn laying face first on the bed.
“What the—“ I glanced downward and saw that I was completely naked. And so was he.
“Quiet down, will you?” Zayn moaned.
“What happened why am I naked?” I said gathering the covers to my chest. “Why are you naked??” I asked in a panic.
Zayn moaned again and rolled to his back. He was only partially covered and he looked down as if the sight of his naked body with another girl was normal. He lifted the cover to make sure he was bare ass naked and placed his head back on the pillow.
“Yup, we did it.” He said closing his eyes again.
“What do you mean we did it?” If he was taking this nonchalantly well I certainly wasn’t playing along with it.
“It means we had sex so can you please quiet down so I can sleep?” He said turning to his side.
“Oh my god, I can’t- I don’t do this!” I said freaking out. There was a robe on the near chair and I did a little aerobics to get it.
“As you remembered last night you were the one who suggested this.” Zayn’s voice was muffled by the pillow.
“I said that?” I exclaimed tying the robe furiously around my naked body.
“Yup, after you treated my wound from saving you.” Zayn said. It was then that I noticed a cut on his left cheek. Okay, this was way creepy.
“I was drunk! How could you take advantage of me like that!” I raised up my hand in annoyance. With a sigh Zayn sat up and rubbed his eyes.
“We were all drunk I didn’t know you were that drunk.” Zayn got up not bothering to cover up any part of his anatomy and stretched.
“Oh god!” I said covering my eyes.
“Lighten up will you, you already saw it last night.” I heard him smirk as he headed for the bathroom.
“Not that I could remember!” I shouted to him. I heard the flush of a toilet then the shower running.
I took a seat on the bed. Okay, so I was definitely going to do the walk of shame but at least I did it with Zayn Malik right? I could laugh about that later but now I have to find my clothes. I traced the tracks down to the hall and saw a pile of clothes there. Digging through it I saw my dress.
“Thank you god.” I cried in relief. I didn’t know how these things work but I was a little afraid that people might not get their clothes back. And nothing is more embarrassing than going out of New York in a white cotton robe. Wait my dress was here, where was my underwear?
“Hey, Caroline!” Zayn shouted from the bathroom. “Can you get the towel?”
“Get it yourself!” I shouted back. “Asshole.” I muttered.
I looked to my left to the door and saw my panties hanging on the doorknob. Oh great, I dragged myself forward and clutched it between my hand. This was embarrassing.
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A Little Bit Like Heaven
FanfictionTo her dad Caroline Dagenham was no more than just a little child, and whatever she does just wasn’t good enough. It didn’t help that she was a daughter of a media tycoon, a socialite, and an it-girl and was watched by the paparazzi like a morning s...