Life With Mr. Malik (ON HOLD)

Chapter 10: His Confession

"For the last time, Miles. Pirates of the Caribbean or Van Helsing?" Zayn asked, sitting on the floor with a DVD in each hand. Ever since we left McDonald's, Zayn and I decided it would just be better if we stayed at home and have pizza delivered. 

He liked the arrangement because it meant he won't have to hide his face every time someone got too close.

I liked the arrangement because he said pizza delivery.

Okay, fine. I liked being in Zayn's house too.

Don't wiggle your eyebrows at me! If you knew just how cozy it is in here, you'd get what I mean.

"For the last time, Zayn." I mimicked him. "A Walk To Remember or The Notebook?" 

"Why do we have to watch something we both know is just going to make you cry and throw pillows at the TV while yelling to the characters in the film what you think they should have done or said as if they're going to hear you?" He questioned, arching a brow.

Damn. That was a good one.

"But," I started as I racked my brain for comebacks, failing in the process for all I could think about was how much hot sauce I was going to put on my pizza later.

"We're watching this." Zayn held up the Van Helsing DVD and got on his feet to put the disc in the player. 

While he had his back turned to me, I did what any irrational person would have done.

I acted on my impulse.

Putting my game face on, I strode to Zayn and shoved him. The second his stomach met the ground, I sat on his butt and seized his feet, tickling them. I don't know other weak points of Zayn besides this so I sure as hell wasn't going to take this for granted.

"M-m-iles!" He blurted out, slapping my hips. "Miles, get o-off! G-get off!"

"I won't stop unless we watch what I want!" I hissed.

"So, lads, I would just like to remind you that the photoshoot for Take Me Home's album cover will be in three days and—" A voice I recognized to be Liam's said.

And to my horror, he wasn't alone. Yup. There they were. 4/5 of One Direction, wide eyed as they caught sight of Zayn and me.

On a scale of one to Miles Everley, how awkward is your life?

"Wow, um," Harry cleared his throat. "Did we interrupt something?" 

What annoyed me the most were the cheeky smiles plastered on their stupid godlike faces. It's like they were expecting Zayn and me to admit that we were hungrily grabbing onto each other or whatever malicious act they had in their minds.

I'm sorry to burst your bubble but the chances of Zayn and I doing anything that intimate are probably about as thin as Cara Delevingne so . . .

Let's build a god damn bridge and get over it, shall we?

This is the part where you say "AYE AYE, CAPTAIN" like the little kids in the intro of Spongebob Squarepants, by the way.

Nevermind. We'll work on that next time.

"Nope, you did not. We weren't doing anything." I clarified, getting off of Zayn. We straightened our jeans and made faces at each other.

"Do you want us to give you two your privacy back?" Louis asked sheepishly, causing the four of them to snigger.

"Just say the word and we'll be on our way to Zayn's bedroom so you can continue whatever it is that you were doing." Niall teased.