Because she made me believe (ZAYN MALIK)

Moments

Dedicated to caceesee

Song for this chapter : Fireproof - One Direction

Allana's Pov

Warm, the room temperature feels too warm for my preference. I try moving but my body feels limp, immovable beneath Zayn's body weight. I can feel his soft breathing on my neck as he lies almost on top of me, his bare tattooed chest squishing me.

" Zayn move over , I can't breathe." I tell him in a hoarse voice which is clearly unnoticed by him.

Groaning in annoyance I try pushing him off me eventually succeeding after a few agonizing minutes. My feet drag across the plush carpet towards the bathroom, the pounding in my head becoming unbearable with each passing second. I knew I would suffer the consequences for drinking last night. Alcohol and I are the worst combination since I am a lightweight and my tendency to blather increases resulting in embarrassing myself for pulling up stunts I would never do when I am sober.

The last time I got completely sloshed was at my high school graduation party and the outcome included in me breaking Cindy Winston's front tooth by repeatedly punching her face. Why did I engage in such brutal behavior? She stole a box of crayons in first grade and blamed me for it, the teacher made me sit in a corner for an hour wearing the loser hat. I guess I never got over that and 11 years later reacted the way I should've done at that moment instead of merely letting it go.

Letting it go, I just find it so difficult to get over things. It's my worst attribute and despite me working hard to eradicate it from my life I tend to encompass it more within my personality. This is exactly what happened last night , Perrie's arrival literally got on my nerves making me reminisce the horrid memories of my mother's departure two days after my 15th birthday.

I had been progressing fairly well since visiting her grave in Bradford. I had gained a certain sense of closure , finally being able to forgive her. The problem does not arise in forgiving her but due to my inability of forgetting whatever happened. I just can't it find it in me to let go. My emotions were all over the place , I patiently waited for Zayn , talking to him always soothes my anxiousness. However with every tick of the clock my anxiety took over and I resorted to consuming vodka for comforting myself.

Splashing cold water on my face , I glance at my reflection in the mirror. I have a serious case of bed-hair, my eyes bloodshot and lips swollen.

The grey sweatshirt on my body captures my attention, didn't I change into Zayn's white shirt ?

Did he change my shirt ?

Last night is a blur for me, I do recall arguing with Zayn and then kissing him later. Apart from that I am unable to remember my antics. Curiously I remove the material covering my upper half, placing it on the counter beside the basin. My eyes are agape as I stare at my chest covered in purple bruises, hickeys are littered all over my body from my neck to my breasts.

Peering closely I find finger marks ordaining the sides of my waist , what in the world happened last night ?

Did we ?

No , we couldn't have ?

Zayn wouldn't ? Right ?

The throbbing in my head worsens as I try to recall last night's events , my head spins and I desperately clutch the marble counter to prevent myself from falling.

" Woah !! Are you alright?" Zayn says rushing to my side , his arm unraveling around my waist steadying me.

" Zayn !" I shriek , immediately covering my naked breasts with my arms. "You should knock before entering , you cannot barge in anywhere invading someone's privacy."