I want to be loved by you - Ziam

Trouble...

Zayn POV

When I woke up the first thing I noticed was the sound of a door opening and closing. The second was that my head was pounding and it felt like I couldn’t move unless I wanted my head to fall off. Ok, maybe that was a bit of an exaggeration.

I could hear footsteps in the hallway and panicked; who was in our house? I was about to wake the sleeping boy next to me until I hear voices. “ZAYN! LIAM!” Louis called in his unmistakable accent. The footsteps got louder and angrier and I suddenly regretted giving them a spare key to my apartment if this was how they were going to welcome us in the morning.

The door flew open with a bang and before I could even turn my head a blonde headed Irishman was jumping on the bed while Louis came and shook our shoulders. Seriously? This is not what someone with a hangover wants early in the morning.

“What the fuck?” I asked at the same time Liam shouted, ‘Go away.’ I turned to him and realized he didn’t look any happier than me. In fact, all five of us shared similar, angry expressions.

Niall stopped jumping on the bed and stepped of. Liam and I sat up, backs against the headboard even though my head throbbed with every movement. We gave them a quizzical look, wondering what the hell they wanted coming in and waking us up in such a rude manner.

Niall must have noticed our bare chests and became slightly uncomfortable. “You are erm... wearing something… down there… right?” he asked awkwardly.

“Yes Niall,” I breathed exasperated. “Don’t worry, nothing happened last night.”

“What do you mean nothing happened last night?!” Harry shouted, angrily shoving his phone in my face.

It took a while for my vision to become clear but as Harry held the phone steady for me and Liam to see, I soon saw that he was looking at a newspaper article. The headline wasn’t in view; instead, the webpage was scrolled down to reveal a picture. It was dark but you could easily see two bodies pressed to each other, against the wall of a building.

Liam gasped in realisation. My hung-over brain still can’t think straight and I can’t remember most things from last night but I have a pretty good idea from looking at that picture what happened.

“Oh god…” Liam runs his hands over his face and through his hair.

“What… when… why…?” I struggled to think straight. I couldn’t remember that happening at all last night; well I couldn’t remember much from last night actually.

“How bad is it?” Liam asked warily.

“Um, well it’s all over the front pages of the major tabloids,” Niall explained looking down. I could tell he wasn’t mad or angry at us, just a little upset and disappointed.

Harry jumped on the bed and kneeled down straddling my waist, and started slapping both mine and Liam’s faces “YOU TWO ARE SUCH FUCKING DICKS!” he yelled slapping any place on our bodies (but mainly mine) he felt suitable, which really fucking hurt.

“Piss off Harry!” I shouted at him, and Louis decided it was time to step in and remove the enraged boy from our bed.

“What do you want us to do?” I asked angrily, Harry’s mood seemed to be contagious.

“Go back and don’t snog in front of paparazzi,” he sneered sarcastically.

“I’m sorry,” I said sincerely, my mood suddelnly becoming serious, “I wasn’t thinking. Hell, I can’t even remember doing that.” I explained.

“You can’t remember that?” Liam asked, seeming disappointed and slightly hurt by that.

“I’m sorry babe, I was drunk. Was it good?” I asked him cheekily with a wink.