Destiny (Zayn Malik FanFic)

Chapter 34

chapter 34

“Zayn…” I grumbled sleepily. My eyes were still closed though I was awake now thanks to the crushing weight on my stomach. I was squished beyond belief and literally had nowhere to move. I mumbled his name again and felt him move ever so slightly in response.

“Zayn.”

He grunted in response.

“Move over…” I could’ve laughed because he moved an inch backwards.

So generous.

“Oh, move over!” I yelled, finally. I felt him jerk awake, his arm unraveling itself off of my body. A sigh relieved my lips as I could finally breathe normally. He groaned, pulling away from me. I turned around and stretched my legs, looking at Zayn. He was stirring, silently letting a yawn escape his lips, almost conversationally.

I shook my head. “Zayn, I swear to God, one more time you push me to the edge of the bed…”

“It’s not my fault,” He said, his retort shortening his yawn. “You steal the blanket–”

“–I do not–”

“And you kick and you elbow–”

“That’s probably because you snore like a cow–”

“I have a bruise on my eye from where you very crudely elbowed me.”

“Well if you moved over, maybe I wouldn–”

“And why in God’s name do you wake up at fucking 3 in the morning?”

I sat up then and glared at him. “For your information, I do not wake up at 3 in the morning, I wake up at 5:30 like normal peo–”

“But why? Your classes start at 8, why do you wake up so goddamn earl–”

“Will you two shut the fuck up?! It’s 7 fucking 30, stop screaming like impudent ass cracks when I’m trying to fucking sleep!” Ella’s muffled voice rang in my ears.

“No!” I yelled back. “No, I will not shut the fuck up! In fact!” I said, throwing the blanket off of myself and stumbling out of bed, “In fact, I will continue to scream simply because I can and you Ella, will have to suffer through it–”

“Shut up, Eliza.” Zayn said, stuffing his face into my pillow. I heard Ella laugh and I scowled at him as he grinned, closing his eyes.

I scoffed, nose high in the air and walked over to the bed, yanking the blanket off of him, revealing his near naked body. He immediately coiled, trying to pull the blanket over himself again. “Eli, I’m sorry!” He yelled, trying to cover himself.

“Oh, being modest now?”

“I don’t think it’s about being modest, I’m cold.”

“Put some clothes on then.”

“You like me better without them.”

“Oh, I really don’t. You need to speak to Liam about that gym membership he was talking about… Your stomach flub is becoming unbearable.”

“Why are you studying medicine? You should become a fucking lawyer, you argue like a professional.”

I smiled sweetly at him before yanking the blanket completely off the bed and storming to the bathroom.

September was coming to an end and it was fair to say that fall was not working its magic on the both of us. I suppose it was due to the pressure from school. I only really saw Zayn at night when we were sleeping or on the weekends, when we were studying like deprived fleabags. He would be starting his student teacher evaluation in a matter of weeks and was busy with work at Floyt’s Story, not to mention his guitar (and piano) lessons from Niall took up half of his time.