Behind Closed Doors

Chapter 13

 Chapter 13: Rosie's nightmare... Zayn's dream come true?

Zayn’s POV

If we have to hide in this house much longer I swear I’m going to buy my door a lock. What kind of bedroom door doesn’t lock?! More importantly: what kind of person runs screaming into my bedroom at FIVE O’CLOCK IN THE MORNING?

Although I have to admit, when I saw who it was I kinda didn’t mind so much. I mean, who wouldn’t want to wake up looking at an angel – even if she is shrieking like a banshee?

Rose slammed the door behind her and jumped on my bed, diving underneath the blanket while I just stared.

Cautiously peeling back the blanket, I found her eyes peering back at me. “If you wanted to sleep with me you could have just asked,” I joked.

She bit her lip and grinned crookedly. “I’m sorry. I just had this bad dream and I thought this was Ashley’s room, and – ugh! You must think I’m an idiot…” She looked down and blushed, then blushed more deeply as she realised I wasn’t wearing a shirt.

I grinned mischievously at her. “Well, the offer to sleep with me is still standing…”

She giggled nervously, “Well, err, maybe some other time… I mean – crap! I didn’t mean to sound desperate, because – you know, I’m not that kind of girl… or desperate, at all… I mean, I’m just going to go now!” She scrambled away from me, getting tangled in the blankets as she went, and then fell on the floor with a thump.

I watched in amusement as she rolled around on the floor swearing, her beautiful face screwed up in a frown and blushing deep red in embarrassment.

She wriggled all over the place but couldn’t seem to get out of the blanket, and she scowled even more when she saw me grinning at her from on top of the bed.

“Don’t just lie there! Help me up you nincompoop!”

Rosalie’s POV

Oh god, did I just call Zayn Malik a nincompoop? This is so embarrassing.

Why did I have to have that stupid nightmare, and why did I have to run in HERE of all places?! And now he’s just lying there smirking at me with his ridiculous good looks and shirtless chest and –

SNAP OUT OF IT ROSIE! Just focus – focus on anything but Zayn freaking Malik and his gorgeous body… Ow, my head hurts. Yes, think about how much my head hurts – not about Zayn. Nope, I am not thinking about Zayn - not at all.

I stared at the carpet, trying not to think about the boy lying on the bed next to me and how much of an idiot he must think I am.

Then his hands were suddenly unwrapping me from the blanket as he whispered in my ear “I think we should try to be a bit quieter, it’s only five in the morning – everyone else is still sleeping.”

I nodded as he helped me to my feet, and then rushed out of the room before I could collapse from embarrassment, whispering “Sorry!” over my shoulder.

When I got back to my room I buried my face in my pillow and tried to stop picturing Zayn in my mind. This is hopeless… I’m never going to get back to sleep.

Zayn’s POV

I groaned and put my face in my hands.

I had a beautiful girl in my room and all I could think to say was “I think we should try to be a bit quieter”? I am an idiot – a hopeless idiot.

There’s no way I’m going to be able to get back to sleep now.

Aria’s POV

I figured it would take a while for the others to get out of bed, so I just kind of wandered around the house after promising to make breakfast.

I wonder where my science project beetle went? I completely forgot about him in the confusion of the last two days. Oh well, he’ll turn up somewhere. Maybe on Niall’s back again?

I grinned - I wouldn’t mind another opportunity to see Niall close up.

I was wandering around the second floor when I heard groaning coming from Rose’s room. I opened the door and poked my head through to see Rose slowly thudding her head against her pillow.

“Uh, what’s wrong Rose? Did your pillow do something mean to you?” She stared at me with a dazed look on her face.

“What? Oh no, I just didn’t get much sleep, and my mind’s been stuck on Zayn for the past few –” She stopped and blushed furiously. “I mean, there’s just this History quiz I’m worried about…”

I grinned knowingly. “History quiz is it? Well maybe I could help you with that.” I bounced over to her bed and jumped up next to her.

“So, what seems to be the problem Rosie-posy?”

She grimaced at me. “Please don’t call me that.”

I smiled innocently and started singing under my breath “Ring-a-round a Rosie, a pocket full of posies…”

I had to duck as a pillow flew at my head. “Please Aria, I don’t want to talk about it right now,” Rose groaned.

Nodding understandingly, I grabbed her hand and dragged her towards the door. “I know just the thing to cheer you up: hot chocolate!”

A genuine smile lit Rose’s face, and she happily followed me out the door. “Thanks Aria, you always know how to cheer me up.”

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Chapter by Kay - haha yeah, haven't heard from me in a while huh? Sorry if it's short and/or boring...