My Brother's Bandmate

Thirteen

I stir in my sleep and hear a groan underneath me. The smell of fresh mint and something spicy fills my nose. I take a deep breath in relishing the smell. I stir once more and hot breath fans my face. I quickly open my eyes, ready to go all ninja on whoever this is . But when I do open my eyes I wish I hadn't.

Cause I'm just two inches away from......well my beloved brother. I know right. Zayn has his eyes closed. And to think I was breathing in his scent and enjoying it...... Ew. Just no. My position ladies is that my head rests on Zayn's chest , my right leg on Harry's stomach and left leg squishing his right cheek. How he hasn't woken up from the stinky smell of my feet I don't know. I'm practically smashing his face. And how on earth did I end up in this position, I don't even want to know.

But soon enough the events of last night flood through my head. I remember Niall kept drooling on Zayn's shoulders. Yeah, he actually slept- during Maze Runner- and Zayn got disgusted so he joined Harry and I on the love seat. Everyone except Harry and I slept halfway through and when the movie finished Harry got up to switch the TV off.

I took this time to make myself comfortable on Zayn's shoulders and well this is how end up in the morning literally. The position we are in now is so hilarious, if I wasn't experiencing it, I would have laughed so much that the oxygen supply would have been cut off and laughter would be the death of me. And still laughter is considered the best medicine, how ironic.

Before anything else happens, for instance Harry licking my toes-it can happen, I try to get up. But Zayn, having his own plans tightens his hold. I groan loudly.

Honestly I think we would have kissed if I hadn't woken up. And well that that would be the end of it. I would die of embarrassment and Zayn would be grossed out and probably never kiss anyone else.

Let's just say my mind thinks a lot of gibberish.

"Perrie.... Don't go", he mutters.

"I'm not Perrie , you potato. I'm your sister.", I say. He literally pushes me and I fall down on the ground with a loud thud.

"Ow", I exclaim. Zayn gives me a sheepish smile and scratches the back of his neck, which turns red in color. Yeah, there you have Zayn Malik who blushes through his neck. Only my brother.

"Aw you miss Perrie already?", I gush sarcastically. His neck turns redder making me smirk at my accomplishment.

"Is wittle Zayn blushin?", I say in a childish voice . Zayn just chucks a cushion at me which I catch smoothly.

"Let's wake everyone up", Zayn suggests.

"Dude it's only like seven in the morning, not even Mum is up", I groan looking at the time.

"Oh, so why did you wake me up?", he cries out.

"I was uncomfortable, besides if I wouldn't have woken up ...", I trail off.

"Yeah.. Um not a word bout this kay?", he whispers. Why is he getting so worked up about this? Idiot.

"Chill Zayn I'm your sister. I've seen you naked", I state. His eyes widen at my words.

"What? When?", he asks in hysterics.

"When we were younger", I burst laughing at his expression, which shows relief, anger and embarrassment altogether.