Malik Stripper

Chapter 13

I woke up with my legs tangled with Zayn's. "babe?" I whispered. His hair was flopped in all different directions over his face and some brushing on his eyes. I moved his hair out of his eyes and saw his eyes flutter open. "Morning" his rough morning voice said. I started smiling immediately. "How'd you sleep?" I asked. "Perfect and yourself?" He asked sweetly. "Like a baby" I grinned. He smiled and got up. "Noooooooooo" I whined. He turned and winked still walking. "Zaynnnn!" I cried. "Yes?" He asked innocently. "I'm cold" I pouted. He frowned and came back in bed and cuddled with me. "You're warm" I mumbled. He chuckled and nestled his head into my neck. I think we've been here, in bed, cuddling all day long, when I realized, my stomach was growling. "Hungry, aren't we?" He smirked. I frowned and slapped his chest. "Shut up and cook for me." I ordered. He smirked got up and went to brush his teeth. "Fag." I muttered under my breath. "Heard that!" He shouted over the water from the sink. I rolled my eyes and walked in the bathroom. "Well... What a pretty sight." I laughed looking at Zayn's shirtless body. His jeans hung loosely on his waist. You could also see his Calvin Klein boxers. "Mmmmm.." I licked my lips, checking him out. I looked up and saw him biting his lip. His hair was still messy. I walked up to him, running my hands through his black messy hair. His light brown eyes staring at me with amusement. "You know... You know I don't let anyone touch my hair." He told me. I looked at him curiously and waited for him to continue. "I don't let anybody touch my hair. But- when you do.." He trailed off whispering. I started blushing and looked at our feet. My nails painted a nice lilac color while, his are just, ya know, THERE. "I feel like singing and cooking, so move your sexy little butt over, so I can accomplish my desires." He moved over and allowed me to brush my teeth. I looked in the mirror and noticed my bed hair. "Yuck! Why didn't you tell me I looked like that?" I said pointing to my reflection. He shrugged and kissed me softly but too quickly for my liking. I groaned and followed after him, stomping towards the kitchen. "I'm making eggs and toast. Since you can't eat pork..." I whispered the last part. He started grinning and hugged me. I started cooking and sang Two Pieces by Demi Lovato.  I served him and we ate in silence.

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