Destiny (Zayn Malik FanFic)

Chapter 20

chapter 20

I woke up the next morning with the worst hangover. I didn’t dare open my eyes. My head was pounding and my throat felt scratchy and my mouth was dry.

Who invented alcohol?               

I mean who was the first person who distilled a potato?               

Idiot.                

I groaned; my body ached. What had happened yesterday? It was too painful to remember. The thirst in my mouth and the longing desire for water replaced all thoughts in my mind. I forced myself to open my eyes; I began searching silently for water but the attempt itself was enough to send my head spinning again. I clutched my head and groaned, shutting my eyes tight.

Never drinking again.               

I lay there in Zayn’s bed for a while, trying to calm my nerves. I decided that it was best if I just relaxed but my eyes shot open when I heard someone shuffling beside me.               

It was Zayn.               

He was shirtless, standing at the edge of the bed, holding a glass of water. He put the glass down on the side-table and helped me sit up, leaning me against the wall for support. Not once did he look at me. Zayn passed me the glass now and I grabbed it from him greedily. As soon as the water hit the back of my throat, relief swam into me. I drained the glass and plopped it onto the table beside me. Zayn sat down at the edge of the bed and looked at me, but not with care and compassion; with anger and frustration.               

“Don’t look at me like that.”               

He frowned and rolled his eyes angrily.               

Okay. Did not see that coming. At all.               

“What’s wrong?” I asked weakly.               

He let out a long breath. “You’re so incredibly stupid.”               

Yes, I think we’ve established that already.               

I looked at him and nodded my head sarcastically. “I completely agree.”               

Apparently sarcasm doesn’t help situations like these. Just a tip, ditch the snide.               

He got up angrily from his bed and threw his hands up in irritation. “This is exactly what I’m talking about! You’re so careless! Why’d you leave knowing that you were drunk? And of all the bloody places to go, you walk outside in the middle of the night? Do you have any idea how terrified I was when I saw that man near you? What if he pulled out a knife? What would you have done Eli!? What if he had a gun with him? Or what if he kidnapped you, then and there? What if I hadn’t seen you? Who knows where you’d be right now!”               

Right. Leave it to Superman here to point out my stupid mistake when it was already in front of face, sitting there like a fat blob of misery.               

“And here you are, asking me what’s wrong.” He laughed.               

“Sorry mum.” I muttered.               

Crap. He heard. I hadn’t meant for him to hear me, but he did and now he glared at me.

If looks could kill… damn, I’d be dead.