The Help- Zayn Malik fanfic<3

PART 13

Zayn Malik #imagine/ fanfic

The Help- part 13

My eyes flickered open to a ray of sun beaming through the curtain of the room. Last night must have been wild, at my party. The last thing I remember was making a speech and telling everyone Harry would pay for their drinks. The bar looked great as well, amazing. Speaking of rooms... Where the hell was I? Well done Skylar. I rolled over and saw him. I blinked to make sure I wasn't having hallucinations. Nope. My heart pounded in my chest. Why did I have to be so stupid. I can never hold my guard. If you didn't already guess, the person was Zayn. Zayn freaking Malik. I quickly opened up the cover to see whether either of us was clothed. I put it down as quickly as i opened it though. As you can guess, we weren't.

"Shit." I groaned quietly. I was going to leave. Now. I got up and put on my clothes from last night. I silently prayed that no one would be around. That would be my worst nightmare. I was going to have to walk to make it even better. Thank god I had a hoodie that I left at his house. I probably looked ridiculous in my dress, 6inch heels and a pink Jack Wills hoodie but I don't care. I crept downstairs and found the door cracked open, blimey things must have been heated last night! I made sure to lock the door and post the key back through. I stumbled down the path, feet killing in my heels.

"Just one more week," I mumbled to my self as I walked along the road. 1 week (nearly) until I go back to LA for rehearsals. I'm glad it's nearly over, this trip turned out horrible. Everything was great last night until....

It seemed like hours to get back home, probably because I got lost. I ended up somewhere in central London, that I do know.

Luckily, Harry happened to be driving by. He pulled up next to me and offered me a lift.

"So miss Jones, may I ask why you are wearing the same dress?" Harry asked suspiciously.

"It's nothing Harry, can you just please take me home?" I asked, tears threatening to fall.

"Okay, whatever you want," he said and drove through the streets.

"Harry?" I asked.

"Yeah" he replied.

"Do you ever have regrets?" I asked, just wondering.

"It's really common to regret things, I assume you did something last night?" He asked.

"Um... Yeah. But I honestly hate myself for it. Just please don't tell anyone," I begged.

"Yeah, don't worry you can trust me," he smiled.

"Thankyou Harry." I smiled faintly.

"Do you wanna tell me who it was?" He asked. Do I? Will he take the piss?

"Um... Ill give you one guess," I said.

"Okay, let me think... Wait? No Sky you didn't?" He said sympathetically.

"I'm sorry," I cried. His car pulled over and he turned to face me.

"Hey hey don't cry. You were drunk, Zayn was drunk, he won't remember. Zayn's one of the worst people when he's drunk. He never remembers anything, honestly." He reassured me, whilst wiping tears away from my eyes.

"Really?" I asked. He nodded.

"Did he see you this morning?" Harry asked.

"I don't think so, I left as soon as I realised." I explained.

"That's fine, lets get you home and too bed." He said and began to drive again.

When we pulled up outside my apartment building, Harry came with me too my floor.