Things Happen For a Reason (Zayn Malik\Harry Styles)

Maybe I've Changed.

I was awoken by a light shining into the window. I smiled to myself and stretched at bit before going into confusion. Where the hell am I? I looked around and saw clothes thrown across the room, in the most random places. Did I just have sex? Who the hell did I do it with if I did?

I looked at the bed and saw a head poking out from under the covers. I pulled them down a bit and I gasped. I just had sex, with Zayn. Oh god, what the hell have I done? I just cheated on my boyfriend with his best friend. What a great person I am!

"Zayn get up." I demanded loudly, nudging him a little. He groaned and turned himself away from me. I laughed sarcastically before pulling all the covers off him. I gasped and covered my eyes when I saw he was fully naked. I looked down at my self and saw that I was too.

I got down onto my knees and began to took for my bra and under wear. Once I found them, I quickly put them on before throwing my outfit back on from last night. I had no memory of last night, the only thing I remembered was when Zayn and I were first taking shots. After that, my mind was all over. Nothing came back to me. How did we even end up here anyways?

I went back over to the bed; covering Zayn back up, then grabbing my phone. I saw that I had 15 missed calls from Alana, 12 from Danielle, and a voicemail from Harry. I clicked the voicemail and pressed my phone against my ear.

"Where the hell is Natalie and Zayn?! She should have been back by now, Theresa!" Harry shouted loudly.

"I don't know! They weren't at the club when I left!" Theresa shouted right back at him. I heard him grunt before the phone crashing to the floor. Even though it crashed onto the floor, it didn't cut out there voices.

"I bet you that she is probably having sex with Zayn. I would watch out though, she might have gotten an STD from other guys. No wonder Perrie doesn't like her, she is a slut." I gasped at his words, and the tears streamed down my face. How could he say that about me? I know he wasn't drunk, because that's not his voice when he is.

I turned off my phone, and threw it across the room. "Fuck You Harry Styles!" I screamed waking Zayn. I looked over at him and saw him waking up. Before he could get up, I picked up his boxers and threw that him.

"Mm. Thanks." He mumbled.

I didn't say a word since he has been up, I have been crying since I hung up the phone. Zayn didn't even realize, since the first thing he did was run to the bathroom. I heard the toilet flush until I saw a groggy Zayn come back into the room.

"Hey do you- Oh god, what happened?" Zayn asked, coming to sit next to me. I wiped my tears and wrapped my arms around him.

"He said that I'm a slut Zayn. He said that I have STDS!" I exclaimed, crying onto his shoulder. I felt him hold me tighter and rub my back soothingly.

"Who?" He asked.

"Harry." I cried. I felt him stiffen beside me, I looked down and saw that his fisted were balled up by his side. I grabbed his hand and brought it up to my mouth. I kissed it lightly before setting it back down. He smiled at me before kissing my forehead.

"Zayn. Did we just have sex?" I asked quietly, leaning onto his chest. I felt his breathing get heaving and his heartbeat quicken.

"Yeah, we did." He answered calmly. I looked up at him, and gave him a scared look.

"Protection?" I asked. I felt him chuckle, "just because we were drunk doesn't mean I'm not stupid."

"I don't know about that..." I joked at him, he laughed at bit before looking into my eyes. I realized that his eyes were hazel right now ; a hint of green hiding inside. I moved my hand up to his face and placed it onto his cheek. He smiled at me and took my hand in his.