Bradford Bad Boy

Chapter Eight

Sky's POV

I rolled over and ended up on the floor. I groaned in pain and I looked up at Zayn. He was sleeping. I pulled his phone out of his pocket and I checked the time. It was close to four.

  "Zayn, wake up."

He didn't even stir in his sleep. He is a heavy sleeper, I take it. I got back on top of him and I kissed his nose. Still nothing. I kissed his lips now and he smiled a little. I kissed him again and this time he kissed me back.

  "G'mornin!" I said.

Zayn chuckled and he pecked my lips again. I rolled off of him so he could sit up, but before I knew it I was in his arms.

  "Zaynie, put me down!"

  "No can do, boo."

He carried me to his room and tossed me onto his bed. I laughed as I landed on the soft mattress. Zayn climbed on top of me and I had my hands on the back of his neck, messing with some of his hair.

  "Seems like you're warmin' up to me," Zayn said.

  "Well, duh," I said. "We're boyfriend and girlfriend."

Zayn smiled and kissed me. He pulled away and went though some of my bags.

  "What are you doing?" I asked.

Zayn didn't answer me, he just threw some clothes at me. He threw my ZAP! sweater at me, some boot cut jeans, then he went to his closet and came back out with some black Supras.

  "I picked out your outfit," he said, proudly.

I smiled and hobbled into Zayn's closet. He was behind me just in case I fell.

  "I'm okay, Zayn."

  "Okay.."

He sat down on the bed as I started picking out his outfit. I found this really cool Guns & Roses tee shirt and I threw that at him, then I look through some of his drawers until I found some black trousers. Then I tossed him some red Supras so he can stand out and it matched that little patch of hair on his head.

  "I picked out your outfit," I said.

He smiled and pecked my lips then he grabbed his clothes and started changing. With me in the room still. I grabbed my clothes and walked to the loo, trying my best not to stare at Zayn's abs. I locked the door behind me as I entered the loo. I took off the sweatshirt and sweatpants from a couple days ago and changed into the things Zayn picked out.

I was actually having great difficulties with my jeans. I groaned at them and tossed them onto the floor of the loo. Then there was a small knock on the door.

  "You alright, boo?"

  "Um... Yeah, just cheeky."

I struggled with my pants some more until the door opened and I fell on my bum. Zayn was leaning in the doorway smiling at me, I felt my cheeks blush... Badly.

  "Need some help?" He asked, amusement ringing in his voice.

Helplessly, I nodded, and Zayn's smile grew even deeper. He helped me up then grabbed the loops on my jeans and pulled them up. He had the biggest smile on his face and he even buttoned my jeans for me.

  "Th-thanks.." I said.

Zayn kissed my cheek before he walked out of the loo. I followed close behind him and I sat on his bed as he placed his shoes on my feet. It didn't even look like I have a cast on. It was close to six now and I grabbed my make-up bag from one of my bags. I walked into the loo to put some make-up on.