What Makes You Beautiful (Zayn Malik)

Chapter 6

Emma

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I woke up feeling the worst I had, in a long time. I let out a little groan, and try to roll over. That's when I feel arms wrapped around me. I turn my head and see Zayn snuggled up to me, still sound asleep. I close my eyes, and then open them again, hoping this wasn't a dream. I move my hands, and rub my eyes. I feel Zayn stir a little. He presses up against me more, and then takes a deep breath. "Zayn?" I say softly. His eyes blink open. He has a shocked look on his face. "Oh crap!" he says moving his hands away from my torso. I laugh a little and roll over to face him. "I didn't mean to... I just... I must have moved in the middle of the night." he tries to explain. "It's fine Zayn!" I say, moving his hands, that are covering his face. I look him in the eyes. "It's fine!" I say again. He laughs a little. I look over at the bedside clock. 12:36. I sigh. "Do you have Advil in this big place of yours?" I ask jokingly. "Got a big bottle next to the coffee pot!" he says, joking with me.

I sit up, and rub my temples. "You alright?" he asks, sitting up next to me. "Yeah. Just the effects of last night hurting me." I tell him. "Well you can take a shower, and I can get some breakfast for us. Maybe." he tells me. I smile. He was still being so nice to me. "That would be nice." I say. He gets up and goes into the bathroom for a minute. I stand up and check my phone. He comes back to the room with a towel in his hands. "Here's a towel for you. Feel free to use anything you need." he tells me. "Thanks Zayn." I say, walking past him to the bathroom.

I jump into the shower, and let the hot water run over me. It was a nice shower. I wash my hair with his shampoo, and look at his body wash. I open it, and smell. It smells just like him. I smile. This is not happening right now! Here I am showering in Zayn Malik's shower, using his body wash. I literally laugh out loud. When I finish up, I towel dry my hair, and put Zayn's clothes back on. I wasn't about to put my dress on. I run my fingers through my hair a little bit, and then decide to put it up in a messy bun.

I walk out to the kitchen, and find Zayn starring at the coffee pot. "I'm gonna be totally honest with you Emma... I have never once used this coffee thing!" he says laughing. I walk over to him. "Do you even have coffee?" I ask him. He hands me a bag in his hands. "I borrowed some from the neighbors!" he says to me with a smile. I shake my head. I grab the pot, and fill it up with water. I go to work, preparing to make the coffee. He just stares at me. "That's pretty sexy!" he says. I give him a confused look. "What is?!" I ask. "A girl who can look great in my clothes, AND work my coffee pot!" he tells me. I laugh at him. "I'm going to go jump in the shower. You can get whatever you want." he tells me. He leaves me alone in his giant kitchen.

I look around in awe of all the shiny appliances and cabinets. I open the fridge, and look at everything inside. This boy had a crap ton of food! I literally laugh out loud. I grab some eggs and a loaf of bread. I search around for a skillet and beat the eggs in a bowl. I make scrambled eggs, and some toast for me and Zayn. It took me awhile. I buttered the toast, and found some jam in the fridge. Zayn comes out with fresh clothes and wet hair. "Oh wow!" he says eyeing the food. I blush and hand him a plate. "Bon Appetite!" I say, gesturing towards the food. He piled his plate with the eggs and toast. I do the same, and we make our way to the table. We eat, not talking very much. The food was really good, and it was giving us a lot of energy, from loosing a lot last night. I still had a pretty bad headache though.

We finished up and I stand, and take Zayn's plate. "You so are nice!" he says following me to the sink. "Thanks!" I blush, sticking the plates in the sink. He stares at me. "What?!" I ask self consciously. He smiles and lets out a laugh. "Nothing." he says. I look at the clock. It was almost two o'clock. "Well... I better get going." I say to him. "How are you going to get to your car? And how am I going to get to MY car?!" he asks laughing. I laugh with him and shrug. "I have no idea!" I tell him. "I will call us a taxi." he says walking out of the kitchen. I go into his room and grab my purse. He is waiting in the living room. "We can wait outside." he says. We make our way to the elevator, and outside the front door. We stand on the curb, side by side. The taxi arrives, and we get in, and head to Havana's. We get there and Zayn pays the taxi driver. I walk with him to my car.

"Well..." I say, digging in my purse for my car keys. "Thanks for going out with me. And making me coffee and breakfast!" he tells me. "Anytime!" I say to him with a smile. He steps closer, and kisses my cheek. He had done the same thing last night. I loved it. I hug him, and behind us I hear a noise. Zayn turns around, and we see a man with a camera crouching beside a near by car. "Oh crap! I'm sorry about that!" Zayn says to me. I smile. "Its fine... Umm... I'll text you?" I ask. He nods. "That would be cool." he says, making his way to his car. I get in my car, and put my sunglasses on. I had a bad feeling about the guy with the camera, because most of the time, anytime one of the guys from One Direction goes out with a girl, it is published everywhere.