What Makes You Beautiful (Zayn Malik)

Chapter 17

Zayn

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I hear my phone ringing on my bedside table. I didn't want to answer. I open my eyes slightly. A sleeping Emma lays tangled into my arms, her head resting on my shoulder. I smile at her. I pull one of my hands from her waist and reach for my phone. "Hmm?" I say softly into the phone. I glance at the clock. 8:34. "Zayn mate! What are you up to?!" Louis' voice says loudly. "Sleeping." I say, closing my eyes again. "Oh. Well me and the guys were wondering if you still wanted to come to lunch today." he says. I sigh. I totally forgot. "I'm not sure right now. I will call you later." I tell him, and hang up before he can say anything else.

Emma stirs the slightest, as I place my phone on the table. I snuggle into her more. Last night was nice. I had kissed her for so long, and we had fallen asleep in eachothers arms. I see her eyes blink open for a second. "Morning lovely." I whisper to her. I trace my lips along her neck, and onto her cheeks. She smiles under me, her eyes closed again. "Goodmorning." she whispers. I meet my lips to hers, and kiss her passionately. She laughs a little under me. I pull back from her. She looks into my eyes. "What time is it?" she asks. "About 8:40." I tell her. She groans a little. I kiss her again. "How's your arm?" I ask her. She pulls it out from under the blanket, and sets it on my chest. "Hurting." she says, starring at it. "Want some of your medicine?" I ask her. She sits up. "That would be nice." she sighs.

I get up and walk out to the kitchen. I flip on the light, and let out a laugh. Emma had told me last night, that she had dropped her pills. I look around. They are everywhere! I start gathering all the little things up. I place then in the bottle again, and get some water for her. I go back to my room with a pill and her water. She smiles. "Thanks Zayn!" she says, taking the pill out of my hand. "Do you want to get comfy in the living room, and I can work on getting us some breakfast?" I ask her. "Okay." she says. I grab some pillows off my bed, and a couple extra blankets. She walks out to the couch, and sits down. I put all of the stuff on the ground next to her. She flips on the tv, and I head to the kitchen. I make some egg sandwiches, and cut up some strawberries. I carried everything out to her. "My my, look who's the little chef now!" she laughs. I sit down next to her.

She had piled some pillows on her right side, resting her arm on top of them. She tries to hold her plate on her leg, but it won't stay up, and she can't even get a bite. I set my plate down. I grab her plate, and hold onto it. "Zayn that's okay, you can put it down." she says. She slides off the couch, and sits right by the coffee table. She reaches for her plate. I slide down next to her, and place the plate in front of her. "Thanks!" she says smiling wide. I start to eat my food again, but I can't concentrate. I hate seeing her struggle. The sandwich is falling apart, as she tries to get one good bite out of it. She throws it down on her plate, and tries to fix it back together. She takes a deep breath and tries again. This time she gets one bite, but the sandwich falls apart again. She swallows the bite and puts the sandwich back down. "I can see you starring at me. Your making me more nervous." she admits. She looks at the ground, and dabs at her face with her napkin. "Maybe you should try eating the bread like toast, and I can get you a fork for your egg." I suggest. "Maybe." she says nodding. I go to the kitchen and get a fork. I go to her plate, and slide the bread away from the egg. I use the fork and cut up the egg into small bites. "Thanks." she says.

I continue to eat my food again, and try not to stare at her. She is actually eating now. I watch out of the converter of my eye, as she try to hold the fork right in her left hand. I finish my sandwich, leaving only my strawberries to be eaten. I eat a couple. "Ugh!" Emma says suddenly. She had given up with the fork. She just slowly would pick up a piece of the egg, and then take a bite of the toast. It was cute how she was so frustrated, but I couldn't help but feel like I was the reason behind it all. If I would have helped her better out of the tree, she never would have hurt herself.

"Zayn!" she says suddenly. I notice I am completely turned to her now. "Stop worrying!" she says. I laugh a little. She picks up one of her strawberries, and places it in her mouth. I watch the whole time. She picks another one up. She raises her eyebrows at me, and starts to put the strawberry into my mouth. It touches my lip, and I am going to eat it, when she suddenly pulls it into her mouth. "Oh you tease!" I exclaim. She grabs another one, this time really putting it my mouth. I eat it. She stares intently at me.

My phone suddenly starts to ring. I grab it of the table. "Hello?" I say, never breaking my eye contact with Emma. "Hey! Are you coming to lunch with all of us?" Niall asks me over the phone. I laugh. "Lou called this morning and asked the same thing. I'm not sure. I'm with Emma." I tell him. She smiles at the mention her her name. "Oh! Well you should bring her along!" he says excitedly. I smile at her. "Okay. Where are we going?" I ask him. "We are going to meet at the pub down the street from my house at noon." he says. "Well we will see you then. Talk to you later." I say. "Bye lad!" he says. I hang up the phone.

Emma give me a questioning look. "Were are we going?" she asks. "Well if you want, the boys have invited you to lunch with all of us." I tell her. Her face lights up. "That sounds fun!" she says plopping another strawberry into her mouth. It was really sexy when she did that. I lean over and kiss her. I smile and pull away for a second. "You taste like strawberries!" I say to her. She smiles wide at me. "You do too." she says simply, and presses her lips to mine again.