"I really don't want to." I said, looking at the empty luggage next to me.
"But you have to." Zayn said.
As Zayn told me, Zayn facetimed me after we got home, and he was currently laying in bed, meanwhile I was sitting at my desk, complaining about not wanting to pack.
"I know." I said, and he raised his eyebrows.
"Come on now babe. If you don't pack in the next thirty minutes I'm going to bring someone else."
"Oh really? Psh, I doubt it."
"Since I have some romantic stuff planned, it would be quiet awkward to bring one of the guys. And since most of the girls in my group are dating someone, I guess I will have to bring Perrie." He dramatically sighed.
I stared at him, my poker face on full display.
After neither of us spoke for a moment, I finally said something.
"Seriously Zayn."
"I was just joking.." He mumbled.
"Again. You have a past with her."
"Do you seriously have a problem with her?"
"When you say stuff like that then yes I do!"
"Stuff like what?"
"Stuff about replacing me with her. She has had you before, and she co--"
"But you have me now."
"And you will have me for as long as you will want me."
"You always know the right things to say." I mumbled, looking down at my fingers.
I looked back up and he was smiling.
"Twenty minutes."
"You're an arse."
"No, I'm a boyfriend trying to get his girlfriend to pack for a very romantic trip he has planned."
"Well said girlfriend would appreciate it if boyfriend came and packed for her.
"Well said boyfriend would, but can't get caught by said girlfriends family, so said girlfriend has to listen to said boyfriend and pack for said romantic trip."
"I hate you." I said as I stood up.
"Good girl."
I set out a pair of black leggings and a beige jumper, to wear on the way there.
"Fancy dinner, remember that." He said.
I nodded and went over to my closet,"I was gonna wear this to the formal, but ended up wearing another dress." I pulled it out, it was a blush pink shimmery halter frock dress, and found some nude heels to go with it.
"Let me see."
"Nope, you have to wait."
I packed three pairs of jeans, one black pair of skinny jeans, one acid light wash skinny jeans, and the normal denim blue skinny jeans.
I packed a couple of camisoles in different colors, a a few t-shirts and jumpers. I folded and threw in a couple of pairs of shoes and then ran into my bathroom.
I gathered all the bathroom supplies I would need and stuffed them into a travel bag and placed it into my bag, zipping it up.
"Done." I grinned.
"Good job, habibti." He yawned.
"Oh, I forgot one thing." I grinned into the camera before walking to my dresser and opening up my underwear drawer."
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Teacher's Aid (Zayn Malik Fanfic)
Hayran Kurgu"We need to tell my family soon. I'm tired of hiding it from them." He looked up at the sky before looking back into my eyes. "I know." "They are going to freak out." "I know." He repeated. "I'll probably be under house arrest after." He broke into...
