Teardrops on My Guitar [Ziall] ~On Hold~

Chapter 16

[Niall's POV] 

The room was spinning when I attempted to get up. I started to panic when I noticed an arm wrapped around my waist, holding me down. What happened last night? 

Suddenly the person's breathing became all-too loud; and I was acutely aware of their presence behind me. Sneaking a peak under the covers, I breathed a sigh of relief; nothing major happened last night. But who is this and what are they doing in my bed? 

The familiar 'Zap' tattoo gave it all away. What was Zayn doing in my bed?  

My heart was pounding, and my breathing quickened. It's too early in the morning to deal with this. Especially when I'm incredibly hung over. I'm not ready for this. Where's the pause button??  

Oh God, please let me somehow find a way to get out before Zayn wakes up and things get awkward. Not to say things aren't already awkward (for me they are), but the situation would be even more awkward if you factor him in.  

Slowly, I lifted his arm off my waist, only to have him clamp back down and cling protectively onto my chest. Jesus, who would've thought that Zayn's a cuddler? In any other situation I would be cooing at how cute it is, but now I really don't appreciate this habit of his. Squirming, I tried in vain to get out of his death grip, only to have him tighten his arm around me.  

A part of me is overjoyed and slightly bashful that I'm in such close contact with Zayn, yet the logical side of me is fuming and pissed off at him. How dare he lay his hands on me and make me feel this way without returning my feelings?! 

Grunting, I struggled once again to get out of Zayn's hold. At the same time I'm asking myself how he hasn't woken up yet. My attempts were futile. I was panting, and breathing hard. Too much work with a pounding headache and without breakfast. Not good. It's too early for this.  

I need food. Badly. I need to pee too. Damn you, Malik.  

Okay so I've tried to subtly (not very, but yeah pretty much) get out of this situation but it obviously didn't work. Time for plan B...attack the 'problem' head-on. Okay, not head-on literally, but you get what I mean.  

I dug my elbow into his rib, effectively causing him to loosen his hold around me.  

"Zayn," I tried to wake him up. I felt his body shuffle a little, and a sense of accomplishment surged through me.  

"Zayn," I said louder this time. He didn't respond, so I jabbed my elbow into his ribs again. Good Lord, just wake up already!  

One last elbow jab, and he began to stir. He groaned and brought his arms to his sides, releasing me. Finally! 

I rolled off the bed and scurried to the bathroom, locking the door behind me.  

*** 

By the time I got out, all fresh and showered, Zayn was still on my bed. He was sitting up and had his shirt lifted up, examining his ribs carefully. I, too, began examining his abdominals, but for very different reasons.  

"You have interesting ways of greeting people in the morning," was all he said, not even bothering to look up at me.  

I'd been too busy ogling his (somewhat) half-naked glory to notice the bruise imprinted on his ribs where I had elbowed him.  

"Sorry mate.." I chuckled nervously. "'S what you get for nearly crushing me in your sleep." 

"I think you broke something.." 

"You won't wake up when I tried to move your arm," I said in defence.  

"It's hard to wake up when you're drunk," he shot back.