Punk Zayn Series

"He Takes Care of You While You're Drunk"

"No, no , no," Zayn says as he grabs you before you slide down into the floor of the hotel elevator. "I'ma fine," you tell him as he pulls you into his side. "Yes of course you are, I'm just here to make sure you wander into our room, and not someone else's."
"Ha. Ha. Ha," you mock, resting your head on his shoulder as you wait for the doors to open. The elevator dings and the doors open to reveal Liam waiting to go down to the lobby. "Hey man," Zayn greets him. "Everything alright?" He continues, acknowledging Liam's tired face. "Let's just say I've got one of those in my room and she just passed out for the night," he responds, nodding over to you. "HEY!" You say in offence. "You know it's the truth," Liam tells you. You let your eyes fall shut and collapse into Zayn's arms. He pulls you up off of the ground and out of the elevator. "Good luck," Liam says taking his place in the elevator. Zayn nods and carries you down the hall to the hotel room. He carefully slides the key in the door and turns on the minimal amount of light needed for him to coexist in the room with you knowing you hated having lights on when you had been drinking. He slowly places you down on the bed, only pulling one cover over you so you could easily get out if you had to rush to the bathroom. "Hey, yeah, can I get some bottles of water and do you all have Tylenol?" He asks, calling down to room service for help in assisting the hangover you would surely have in the morning. "And can I get a pepperoni pizza and some chocolate chip cookies," he adds on, knowing he will be up for a while. Nearly a half hour passes before Zayn's room service arrives. But just as soon as the room fills up with the smell of pizza and cookies you immediately wake up. "What is that?" You question him, looking at the covered dish. "Pizza and cookies," he answers. "What did you get me?" You counter. "I didn't think you wanted anything, you were passed out not even a minute ago."
"Call and get me something," you whine, your head falling back down onto the pillow. He sighs, knowing you won't be eating anything he orders but he picks up the phone and orders you something nonetheless. "Hi, can I get another pizza? Just cheese this time and some more cookies."
"Do you have white chocolate and raspberry?"
"Great."
"Thank you."
"You know you aren't going to eat any of that," He says knowing you hadn't passed out again. "Yes I will," you argue. He chuckles and shakes his head. It takes another half hour for the second round of food to be delivered. Your eyes shoot open and get up out of the bed before Zayn and open the door. "Yes?" You question the waiter at the door. "You ordered more food," he responds slightly confused. "Uh, no I didn't," you counter, looking at him and then looking down at the cart he had been pushing. "What's under here anyways?" You question, lifting up the covers on the plates. "Um, what you ordered?"
"No! I didn't order this!" You shout. "Alright," you hear from inside of the room. "I was going to let you handle this but you clearly can't," Zayn says approaching the two of you. "Did you order this?" You ask him. "Yes," he answers, taking the receipt from the waiter's hand and signing it. "Thanks man, sorry about the confusion," he laments before allowing the cart to be pushed into the room. "Why do we need more food?" You ask slowly, sitting down on the bed, your eyes starting to blur. "Because I am hungry," he lies, knowing you weren't going to remember making him order you something which would just turn into an argument. "Oh, well enjoy," you tell him. "Are those white chocolate and raspberry cookies?" You questions with a sluggish smile. He nods. "Those are my favorite," you respond, curling back into the bed and falling silent once more.