Don't Forget Me || Zeigh || Zayn Malik & Leigh-Anne Pinnock

Chapter 04 - Inseparable

Leigh-Anne woke up the next morning groaning to herself. She instantly felt the reminence of her drinking from the night before, her head pounding relentlessly. She blinked her eyes rapidly, trying to adjust to the light coming from the window that only made her head hurt worse. She lifted up completely, taking in her surroundings, but then was when she realized she wasn’t in her bedroom. She looked down to see her bare breasts, uncovered in all their glory. She squealed accidentally, pulling the covers up to her chest. Leigh looked to the sleeping figure beside her, and noticed his bare butt cheeks under the confines of the plush cover. 

She tilted her head to the side as she examined the tattoo’s that lay on the boy’s skin. Some kind of feather looking thing on the back of his neck, and the bottom half of his arm completely covered in ink. She got up from the bed to walk around over to the front of the guy’s body, the soreness aching in her vagina definitely hadn’t gone unnoticeable. ‘Zayn.’ she confirmed, nodding her head. She’d stepped up to his side of the bed, staring at his sleepy state. She took in the beauty that was him silently. She chuckled at his mouth agape slightly, and the soft snores that came from them. She smiled as she crossed over to her side again, looking for anything she could throw on just to go to the kitchen. She found her underwear, lying on the ground with a slight tear at the top. She inched those onto her legs and picked up one of Zayn’s graphic tees and sliding it over her head.

Leigh grabbed her phone, walking down to Zayn’s kitchen as she checked it. Only Three messages and 1 missed call. 

From Perrie Edwards: I made it home safe. Thanks.

From Harry Styles: You and Zayn make it home okay?

From Jesy Nelson: You went out without me?! Basic hoe. xD

And 1 call from Harry.

“ehhh Shit,” she cursed to herself. She looked through Zayn’s cabinets for two mugs, and filled the kettle with water and put it on the stove. She hadn’t had any recollection from last night, let alone making sure Perrie was okay. She replied back an apology, and responded to everyone else. She made sure to remind herself to call Jesy back sometime, she hadn’t spoken to her in quite a while.

Leigh piped up when the kettle whistled, signaling boiling water. As she walked to the stove, she heard footsteps clanking down the stair, which were obviously Zayn’s. He jumped back a bit, startled by Leigh’s presence. 

“Well you scared the shit out of me..” he chuckled as he held his hand to his head. She smiled up at him, but she couldn’t help but let her eyes wander down his chest, to his abs, and well, to you know. 

He smirked, noticing her eyes as she poured water into cups. He examined her body as well, looking at her bare thighs, and his shirt that barely covered her ass cheeks, and he felt it all go straight to his dick. He couldn’t even look at Leigh-Anne without some kind of desire bubble up in him. Leigh-Anne noticed his starring  and it caused her cheeks to draw red at the feeling of his eyes probably only on one place. She popped a tea bag in his cup, and handed it to him. He muttered a ‘thank you’ to which she only smiled graciously, sipping from her own. 

He looked at Leigh through his eyelashes as he dipped his head a bit to drink the hot beverage that seemed to minimize the sharp pain in his skull. “Hmm, I know why we’re basically naked, but I wish I could’ve remembered it,” he spoke cheekily, grinning at her as he sucked his lip under his teeth, and leaned against the counter behind him. 

Leigh giggled looking into his eyes, shaking her head playfully. “It’s too early for that bradford bad boy,” she laughed, remembering him specifically during his drunken slurs, referring to himself as that. He chuckled and groaned playfully slapping his hand to his forehead. “I don’t say that anymore!” Leigh stode pass him and back to the bedroom as she snapped back a witty reply all in a playful manner.