Hypnophobic. 》Ziam AU

6 ➳ Hypnophobic

"Zayn!" I called from in the shower. The bloody twat had never hung up a new towel for me. "ZAAAAAYN!" My voice rang out through the bathroom.

My hand fumbled with the knob, turning off the water, and I let my hand run through my wet hair, pushing some of the water out.

I pulled the curtain from the wall enough to peek my head out, just in time to see Zayn stumble in through the bathroom door.

I cringed at the sight. His eyes were bloodshot with dark bags under his eyes. His shirt was still the same as last night and one of his feet had his black vans shoe on it while the other one had a sock hanging half of it.

"Yeh..?" He mumbled, one hand on the door knob, the other rubbing his eye furiously, trying to wipe the sleep away.

I gestured to the empty hook where there should've been a towel. "I need a towel... You didn't hang one up last time you took a shower."

He grunted, leaving his place at the door way & walking over to the small closet, grabbing me a fresh towel and tossing it to me.

"Thanks," I said, wrapping it around my waist & then ripping the shower curtain fully open. He nodded, his eyes not leaving mine, and then walked back out into the dorm, pulling the door closed behind him.

After drying off my body & brushing my teeth & throwing on a pair of clean boxers, I made my way back into the dorm as well, the towel hanging from around my neck.

Zayn was laying face down on his bed, his bed was almost perfectly made, except where he was laying, from when I had cleaned up the dorm, three nights ago.

"So, what? Do you sneak out and spend the night with some girl every night?" I asked, staring at the boy who picked his head up tiredly and looked at me in disbelief, and I wiggled my eye brows & whispered, "She in the bathroom right now?" Before snickering at my own lame job of teasing the olive skinned boy.

I made my way to my bed across from his & say down on the edge, watching him intently. "Not exactly," he muttered back.

"Oh! I know! You're one of those hard core parties! You're so hungover right now, aren't you?" I mocked, but at this point I was just generally intrigued.

He glared at me, holding back a grin, before letting his face plop back down on the bed. "Still no," he said into the pillow.

I hummed in response. "Part of the Mafia?" He chuckled a little, shaking his head. "Drug plantation that needs tending to?" Another laugh, followed by the shaking of his head. "You're freeing the alpacas in some sort of Underground Railroad?" I could hear his muffled laughter. "Oh wait, I've got it now. You're having orgies with the fraternities, aren't you? You sly dog!" I laughed, trying to act serious but failing.

This time, he burst out laughing, giggling almost.

"What's so funny tough guy? Do the frats not tickle your fancy?" I asked, causing him to laugh harder.

We were laughing, until he suddenly stopped, before adding, "I'm sure they can tickle more than just that," before bursting out laughing again.

"Alright alright," I laughed, finally being able to control myself. "So, Mr. Mysterious, where do ya go? Huh?"

He stopped laughing and his smile dropped, his laughter dropping as well and his eyes averted to his bed. "It's really none of your business," he muttered.