Voices Numb: Zayn Malik

Chapter 24.

COLE’S POV:

“Cole…Cole. COLE!”

The voice woke me from my sleep and I sat up dazed. *SMACK*

“Oh Fuuuck!”

I collided straight with Louis head with a sharp crack which left me momentarily dazed and spinning.

“You’ve actually given me a concussion.”

Louis fell to the ground clutching his forehead. I clutched my (now seeming a bit flimsy) nightgown and scrambled out of bead to check the now surly forming bruise. Sure enough there was a read mark right above my left eye. I knew that it was going to bruise or at least be sore for a couple of days, if not longer if I didn’t ice it right away.

“C’mon Lou,” I moved to go and help Louis from where he was still clutching his face on the ground. “We need to go and get ice… That is unless you want to have a black eye for your tour?”

His eyes widened and he grabbed my hand to help himself up. We walked to the kitchen supporting one another and still clutching our “Battle wounds”. I grabbed a packet of frozen raspberries and peas to share between both Louis and myself.

“You guys have been down here for hours.” Liam grabbed a glass to pour himself some water. “You do realise that Tara will be here in like half an hour, Harry and Niall already left to pick her up.”

“Oh shit I totally forgot,” Louis removed the improvised icepack from his forehead and began running upstairs.

“Uhh, Liam. What are we doing today?”

“Well Niall got a little drunk last night and decided that it would be a good idea for us all to go paintballing. Sorry, I totally forgot to tell you. I suppose I should go and let Zayn know that he needs to be up and ready for the world.”

“That’s alright, I can do it.”

I dropped my raspberries onto the kitchen counter and headed back up to our room to hopefully wake up Zayn. I figured my best bet was shock and surprise and I finally settled on a dramatic throw open of the curtains. Sure enough the London morning light shone in through the window and straight into Zayn’s unsuspecting eyes. He let out a groan and rolled over to see who had disturbed his peace.

I watched as his eyes adjusted to the light and his look went from that of annoyance and anger, to a sparkle and a hint of a smile as he met my eyes.

“Good morning sunshine.”

“I didn’t mean to disturb you, but seeing as Tara will be here soon, I figured you might want to be awake for that.”

“What did you do to your head?”

“Oh Louis just got a little too excited this morning. But never mind, you need to get up and get ready.”

He rolled, and when I say rolled I mean he was a flat as a plank rolling out of bed until he hit the ground with a thud.

“I have no idea what you are talking about… I’m already ready to go.” He gave me a cheeky wink before standing up so I could get a full look at him.

He was wearing a baggy t-shit and hoodie with a classy pair of trackie pants (detect the sarcasm). He ran his hands through his hair three times before throwing his hands up to say “taa-daa”

“You’re going out like that?”

“Yup” he popped the P and ran forward picking me up and swinging me around. I was laughing so hard that my sides started to ache before I quickly gushed for him to put me down. He did so at my request but still held onto my hand as he skipped (dragging me along with him) out into the hallway.