What Makes You Beautiful (Zayn Malik)

Chapter 18

Emma

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After watching some tv, and cleaning up breakfast, I decide I'm going to try to take a shower. The doctor told me last night about how to wrap my cast up so it doesn't get damaged. Zayn stood in the kitchen, helping me tape a trash bag around it. I laugh. "This is going to be interesting!" I say looking over our job of covering the cast. "Well if you need help at anytime, you can just shout for me." he says. "Okey dokey." I say, making my way to his bathroom.

I get out of my clothes in about five minutes. I hate not being able to us my right hand. I turn the shower on and get in. The water feels nice. I get my hair wet, and reach for the shampoo. It slips out of my hand. "Crap!" I exclaim. I try to reach for it, but it keeps rolling around under the water. I grab it, and try keep it from slipping out of my hand again. I hold it in the crook of my elbow, and try to get some on my hand. It doesn't work very well. I take the open bottle of shampoo, and aim it over my head. I laugh at myself. Showers were going to suck while I had this cast on. I put the shampoo in my hair, and set the bottle down. I run it all around my head, and start to rinse it out. "You doing okay?" Zayn's voice says suddenly. I jump, and start slipping forward. The shampoo runoff is on the ground in the shower, so I am slipping faster. There is nothing to grab onto. "Ah!" I shriek, before falling completely down.I grab onto the shower curtain, to help hold me up, but it just falls down on top of me.

"Emma!" Zayn shouts, running over to me. The water is still running, and is spraying right in my face. I start to laugh. I pull the curtain around me tighter. Zayn shuts the water off, and looks me over. I smile at him. "This is embarrassing!" I blurt out. "Is it sad that I'm getting a little turned on by this?" he asks, with a cheeky grin on his face. "Zayn can you just go out there while I get up? I am naked." I say. He sighs heavily. "Fine!" he says walking back out, and shutting the door. I scoot myself out of the shower, and wrap a towel around me. I take the shower head off, and spray my hair to wash the little bit of shampoo I had gotten in my hair, out. I wrap my towel up in my hair, and start to fumble around with my clothes, getting the on the best I can. I get my jeans on, but can't button them. I laugh. I pull my shirt over my head, and walk out to Zayn's room.

He is sitting on his bed. "That's a nice look." he says sarcastically, eyeing my unclosed pants. I blush. "Can you help me?" I ask. He nods and walks over to me. He grabs my waist, and pulls me closer. He buttons my jeans, and then leans down to kiss me. "You almost ready to go?" he asks me, pulling away from my lips. "I gotta do my hair and makeup, then I will be ready. I take the towel out of my hair, and shake it out. I brush through it, and then let it fall naturally. I put on some foundation, and a little bit of eyeshadow. I finish it off with some mascara, and turn around.

Zayn is just starring at me. "What?" I ask. He smiles and starts to shake his head. "What?!" I ask more frantically. "Your just so cute! I love it." he says with a huge grin on his face. I step towards him. "I'm surprised you still like me, after I fell out of a tree on you, threw pills all over your kitchen, and now I just ruined your shower curtain!" I say laughing a little. He wraps his arms around me. "That's why I love you. Your so different from any other girl I have ever met." he tells me. I look up into his eyes. I smile. "You're so sweet." I tell him. He kisses me quickly. "Ready to go meet the boys for lunch?" he asks. I nod and grab my purse. He laces my fingers through his, and we walk to his car.