What Makes You Beautiful (Zayn Malik)

Chapter 10

Emma

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I wake up, and realize I'm not at home. And I'm with another person. I open my eyes, and see that I am still laying on Zayn's bare chest. I must have fallen asleep. I snuggle closer to him. He was so warm, and comfortable to be with. I would like to get used to it, but I didn't know how he really felt about me. Obviously he liked me a little. I watch his chest rise and fall, as he sleeps. His tattoo is right by my face. I trace my finger along it. He stirs a little, so I stop. I feel his arms tighten around me.

"Hey beautiful." he says, barely opening his eyes. I smile. "How's your eye?" I ask him. He takes a deep breath. "It doesn't feel to good, but it's fine." he tells me. I slide myself up so I can look at his eye. My elbows rest on his chest, and my right leg, is now somewhat tangled together with his. His eye is totally bruised, and still swollen. I sigh. "I'm so sorry that you got hurt." I say. He moves his hands up to my hair, and pushes some of it out of my face. "I would get hurt for you any day, if it meant you would be safe." he tells me. I put my head into the crease of his neck, and move so I am snuggled on top of him. He kisses my forehead. I wish I could just stay here forever, and forget about anything else. "Do you know what time it is?" he asks me. I reach my arm around, and grab my phone off the coffee table. "7:57" I say to him. He sighs. "A.M.?" he asks. I laugh. "Yes Zayn." I tell him. He groans and puts his arms around me. He traces lines on my back.

"I have to go to a meeting today! And I have a feeling my manager is not going to be happy about my eye." he tells me. I felt bad. I felt like everything that happened was my fault. I didn't want Zayn to be in trouble because of me. I think he senses my guilt. "It's fine." he whispers to me. I start to roll off of him, but he stops me. "Where are you going?" he asks. "I was gonna go to the bathroom." I laugh. He laughs with me. "Oh I guess you can!" he says jokingly. I get up and go to the bathroom. I try to fix my hair, but it doesn't help. I just put it up.

I walk out back to where Zayn was now sitting on the couch. He sits there rubbing his hands through his hair, and rubbing his eyes. I sit down next to him. "What time is your meeting?" I ask him. "Eleven." he tells me. "Well... I guess I should be getting home." I say standing. He stands and walks with me to the door. He wraps me in his arms, and leans his head on mine. "Thanks for helping me." he says softly. I smile. "I think you helped me more. Sorry again about your eye." I say. He kisses me. "It's not your fault." he assures me. I say goodbye, and walk out to my car. I was worried bout how Zayn's meeting would go. I hope he doesn't get in trouble.