Destiny (Zayn Malik FanFic)

Chapter 14

chapter 14

After I had calmed down a bit, I sat down in my sleeping bag and Zayn slouched in his bed, turning on the TV (his book lay forgotten).

“When do you have to return to work Zayn?” I asked.               

“I get the summer off actually. But I need to find a job for gas money.”               

“Zayn… How would you like to work at the bookstore?”               

“Wheezy’s?”               

“Yeah! He was telling me how he needs someone to help him with inventory. He’s not as young as he used to be.”               

“Well… I don’t know.”               

“Think about it.” I said before returning to my phone. The red light at the top of my bold flickered. I had received a new BBM message from Eva! I replied and waited eagerly for her reply. She told me how it was in America, the people, the accents. Smiling, I told her I missed her face.                 

“Eliza…”                 

“Zayn…”                 

“Come here.” He patted the spot beside him. I subconsciously got up and made my way towards his bed, still texting Eva. Slouching beside him, I smiled as Eva told me she was having a summer flick with this American boy.               

“Watch The Notebook with me.”               

“Hmm?” I said, looking up from my cell phone, “No Zayn, I’m not in the mood.”               

“It’s The Notebook… Don’t all girls love this movie?”               

I shrugged my shoulders. “Never seen it before.” Eva had said goodbye to me because she had to leave for swimming. “Can we do something fun that doesn’t involve getting out of this bed?” I asked lazily.               

Zayn raised his eyebrows, “Well…” He smirked.               

“Honestly Zayn, I meant video games.”               

~

After Zayn had hooked his Xbox or whatever to the TV monitor, he forced me to play COD. I had never played Call of Duty and before long, I knew I was rubbish at the game. We easily played 50 times before I actually got the hang of it. My older brother was obsessed with COD even though he was 24 years old. Boys never do grow up. I didn’t understand what was so fun about killing people. Zayn was furious with me because I was so brain dead when it came to this game. Losing was becoming quite tedious. I checked my cell for the time. 7:09.               

“We’ve been playing COD for the last couple of hours, it’s so boring. Why couldn’t we have played Mario Kart?”               

“COD just isn’t your thing. You should see Niall play, it’s scary versing him.” Zayn got up and stretched, yawning.

“Where are you going?”

“Downstairs. I’m making us dinner.”               

“I’ll help you.”               

We went downstairs and Zayn took out two frozen chicken burgers out of the freezer. He threw them on a skillet while I prepared the bread. Soon we were munching away.               

“So Zayn, I was thinking… I think I may need to stay with you for a while longer after all.”               

There was a victorious smile on his face. “I completely understand Eli! I know it’s hard to resist me.”                

“Thank you.” I said, ignoring his cheek. “I just need to fix those broken windows and get rid of that disgusting smell.”               

“You’ll need to do a hell lot more. Your friend really trashed the place up. You’re going to have to re-paint the flat. I don’t know how you’ll get the blood out of the carpet either, so you probably have to re-carpet some areas as well.”               

I sighed. “I know. I figured I’d do it myself.”               

“I can help.”               

“Don’t be stupid.”               

“Do you really think that you’ll be able to fix all that by yourself? I’m sorry Eli but you can’t do it alone.”                 

“I don’t know Zayn,” I said before putting the last bit of the sandwich into my mouth.                 

“You’re so particular about these things. I want to help. Seriously, I have nothing better to do.”                 

I thought about it before nodding my head reluctantly. I swallowed my food. “Fine. But on one condition. I will pay you.”               

“Then I’m not doing it.”               

“Fine. No deal.” I jumped off the stool that I was sitting on and placed my dirty plate into the sink. Zayn, who had finished eating before me, got off the stool and followed me back to his bedroom.               

We spent the rest of the day lying in his comfy bed watching super hero movies like Captain America and Thor and Spider-Man and The Incredible Hulk. Zayn was kind enough to bring popcorn up for us. I hated popcorn but I have manners so I stuffed it down anyways. I remember crying spontaneously after Thor had finally gotten his hammer back and Zayn laughed at me and I told him that I didn’t even know why I was crying, but I was. I don’t know when I fell asleep or when Zayn left me, but I had weird, surreal dreams of a green Captain America flying around buildings and saving people and doing regular super-hero stuff. If my dream wasn’t weird enough already, Captain America turned into a seething Trey and then Zayn with his soft expression. And then Zayn or Trey or whoever he was began to fall, he was falling at the speed of light and froze halfway to death.

I woke with a start in a cold sweat.

Zayn was now watching the Dark Knight. Oblivious to the fact that I had woken up, he continued to watch the film with his complete attention. I silently dozed off to sleep again.

~

I woke up to the smell of Zayn. Eyes still closed, I inhaled deeply and felt myself smile in my daze. I could feel the bright sun shining even through my eyelids. It smelled like summer.                 

I slowly opened my eyes and was confused to see an empty space beside me. Struggling to get up, I shuffled around and used my arms and legs to prop me up against the wall. I blinked and rubbed my eyes trying to get the collected dirt out of the corners of my eyes. That’s when I saw a sleeping, shirtless Zayn in the sleeping bag, arms crossed, mouth slightly ajar. I realized that he had slept on the ground just to make me feel comfortable. That was sweet. I took my phone out and checked the time. 11:02.               

I groaned. If I don’t wake up before 9, I consider the day wasted. I don’t know, I’ve always been a morning person. Rolling out of bed, I went to the bathroom down the hall and did my morning usual: Brushed my teeth, showered, and got dressed. When I was done, I tiptoed into Zayn’s room. He was still sleeping! I felt creepy watching him sleep. Deciding to go for a walk, I silently grabbed a jacket from the cardboard box and tiptoed downstairs.