Rock Me

Chapter Thirty

Chapter Thirty

I awoke quite suddenly, feeling my body shift ever so slightly on the large king sized bed and I moaned in defiance pulling the sheets over my face. "Go away." I groaned not really caring who it was.

"Afternoon sleeping beauty." Zayn whispered in a light chuckle. "You've been asleep nearly nine hours. Don't wreck your sleeping pattern." He warned pulling the covers from over my head. My eyes were still closed, rejecting the offer of keeping a steady sleeping schedule with no other care but to continue sleeping. Zayn placed a hand on my cheek caressing the skin with his thumb in attempt to wake me, I simply swatted his hand away and he sighed in defeat standing from the bed and wandering into the bathroom. I internally shouted in triumph, relieved to be alone to sleep yet again.

That was until a cold liquid hit me in the face.

"Zayn what the-" I abruptly arose from my laying down position with the duvet still firmly over the top half of my body; soaking from the unexpected wake up call. I ran a hand through my soaked hair clearing my vision to see Zayn standing cockily over me with a small cup that I assumed had water in it before he poured it over me. The smirk on his face made him look ten times more guilty. "You're a dick." I stated leaning back on the headboard nearly head butting it in annoyance.

"Love you too." He winked placing the cup on the bedside table then leaning down planting a tender kiss on my cheek. He was fully dressed in a black jumper with his sleeves rolled up showing his tattoos, jeans and high tops. His hair was in its signature style and he ran a hand through it timidly before sitting by my legs. "I'm gonna go and sort some stuff out, ill have to explain to my mum why I'm no longer on that trip. So ill leave you too it, plus if you're planning on a shower the shampoo and conditioner here is quite shit so if you want to use mine it's in my suitcase." He smiled warmly awaiting my reply. I yawned briefly while nodding in response.

"Thank you." I murmured. Zayn nodded standing from the bed and wandering over to the door where our suitcases were still stood with our jackets and my clothes from the previous day were neatly folded. He slipped on his jacket before unlocking the door and turning back for a moment,

"I'll be back soon, yeah?"

"How are you getting there?" I asked raising an eyebrow.

"I'm gonna walk. It's not that far." He assured in a nod, exiting the hotel room and gently shutting it behind him.

Sighing, I brought my legs from under the sheets, totally bare. I shook my head standing from the mattress feeling a small amount of pain in my lower half, but assuming it was normal I shook it off wandering over to my suitcase picking out a towel then removing my bra and placing it with the remainder of my clothes.

I entered the bathroom, noticing it was quite large. It had a walk in shower on the far left, a toilet not so far away, a sink, a few cupboards then a large bathtub. It was quite pretty.

Switching on the shower I pulled a bobble from my hair allowing my hair to fall messily down my back, the majority of it sort of matted from the water Zayn decided to attack me with.

Okay that was kind of exaggerated.

I stepped in feeling the hot water run down my body and through my hair, washing away the pain of earlier's intimate session with Zayn and clearing my thoughts. The fact that Zayn was kind of responsible this morning sent a small warm fuzzy feeling in my stomach, he was aware of so many things such as my sleeping schedule, his mum, and the mess of all the scattered clothing on the floor he neatly put to the side.

It showed he cared and that part he seems to think he lost from the old serious relationship years ago still exists. He's still the old Zayn, he just fails to show it as often as he should.