Forbidden

Chapter seventy-six

There's groaning and shuffling heard which wakes me up. My whole body is wrenched in sweat and I felt icky and sick, I immediately get rid of the heavy cover. Light streams and blinds me lightly, I blink in a rapid fashion to get used to it.

Peeking at the clock, it's nine a.m., I whine and then stretch. I felt like my body has been trampled.

I recall the conversation with Zayn.

I couldn't leave him. Not like this, while he was desperate for me. And he got drunk too. If that wasn't a certain pull for me then I don't know what would be. I care too much to leave, the thought of not seeing him is ugly. I guess I only needed a push from him to finally see this and accept it once and for all.

We hadn't continued our heated make out session, we only cuddled and then fell asleep.

"Zayn," I call worriedly. I think he's throwing his guts out.

I grimace when I hear him flush the toilette to again heave out his insides.

When he doesn't respond I get worried.

"Yeah babe?" he answered from the bathroom after a few minutes, I sigh relief washing through me.

"Are you better now?" I sit up, feeling slightly dizzy.

I think I have fever.

"My heads pounding like crazy." he groaned doing whatever in the bathroom.

We're both feeling sick and exhausted. How lovely.

"You should have talked to me and not drank your bloody sorrows away." I taunt him with concern.

He groaned playfully when he strides around the room in his boxers, "Don't remind me. It's been a while since I've gotten smashed." he stops pacing, worriedly staring at me, then inches me, touching my forehead, "You're burning, love." he husked with a hoarse voice, his face looking weary and pale.

I hum.

"I'll bring you something light to devour." he mumbled softly, his eyes are barely open.

"I'm not hungry. I want water." I whine.

"I know, babe. But you're going to eat too, no objections." he quickly mumbled, already out of my sight.

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We had breakfast after he picked me up bridal position to the kitchen, both taking something to ease our nausea as I'm now rummaging for chocolate and found some oreos, yummy.

Zayn is still grieving his headache.

"All this whining because of a hangover? You're getting old." I tease.

I thought the water he drank yesterday would help but apparently not, he looked up at me with a blank face.

"In a couple of years this will happen to you too, then I'll be laughing at your pain." he grumbled childishly, I stick my tongue out at him.

"What will you do today?" I question after a while, after gulping some water. I drank two bottles and still felt thirsty, my fever has gradually faded but not completely.

"Uhm, nothing." he looked pensive, I frown because he seems as if he wants to say something more, "I was thinking that we could like do something uhm.. today..." he shyly said peering at me, I smile at him, making my way to his side, offering him oreos, he took one and bit on it, avoiding me like the plague.

"Are you asking me out on a date?" I question teasingly, turning him to me.

"What? No." he grumbled, I laugh softly, pecking his nose which makes him more irritated, scrunching his nose lowering his eyes.