Loved You Anyway [Zayn Malik]

22: Plans For The Future

Chapter 22:

Hazel POV:

I breathed out and stretched my legs beneath the covers and attempted to turn around but I couldn't turn around. I silently groaned and slowly fluttered my eyes open and came face to face with another face.

Zayn's face.

My eyes widened and I tried to move away from him but his arms where tightly wrapped around my torso. After a few more attempts to get out of his grip, I stopped struggling and breathed out heavily on his face since he was that close. I trailed my tongue across my front teeth and chewed down on my bottom lip. 

I looked around the room and realised that we were in my room and fully clothed with yesterday's football match game. I only remember entering Harry's house and from that it was all a blur. My head was pounding and I felt that if I moved some more, I would vomit. I probably drank too much yesterday and ended up getting carried by Chase to my house or by Zayn ...

I rubbed my temples and closed my eyes for a moment then felt a warm gush of air being blown on my face and when I opened my eyes, I saw Zayn's brown eyes, looking back at me. My breath hitched in my throat when I studied his features.

His brown eyes looked so tired, his eyebrows slightly out of place, his hair sticking out in all places and it looked so soft I just wanted to run my hands through his hair. He yawned and took one hand off my torso and rub his eyes. He looked around the room, then back at me and gave me a sleepy and confused look. 

I smiled at his adorable face expression and tried to get out of my bed. I rolled on my back and his hand fell off my torso and I acted as though I hadn't realised his arms weren't wrapped around my torso. I sat up and felt my stomach churning and my eyes widened when I realised that I was going to vomit.

"Shit."

I sprang off the bed, opened the bedroom door and swung it open and made a run towards the bathroom while placing a hand on my mouth. I slammed the bathroom door shut and let everything out into the toilet. The thought of me vomiting in a toilet bowl made me even more sick that I ended up vomiting even more.

I sucked in a deep breath of air and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and slammed shut the toilet seat to prevent me from vomiting any further. I shivered and rested my back against the bath tub and silently groaned. I heard the bathroom door open and Zayn walked in, giving me a concerned look.

"You okay?"

"Peachy," I replied and scrunched my face in disgust and closed my eyes.

I heard him chuckle and his foot steps approaching me, then felt him sitting down next to me. I looked at him, his arms resting on his lifted knees, looking in front of him. I reached my hand towards the flusher and pushed down the button so that my dear insides would be flushed down. I breathed out heavily and stood up and brushed my teeth to get rid of the disgusting taste. I turned around and noticed that Zayn was still sat down on the bathroom floor.

I furrowed my eyebrows together and sat back down next to him. I buried my head between my knees and chest and breathed out heavily.

"What happened yesterday?" I asked after a few more minutes of silence.

"Nothing really," he replied with a yawn. "You got drunk and high."

My eyes widened and I looked at him. He was looking at me with a smirk. 

"I got what!?"

"High," he repeated.

"With what!? I don't even smoke!"