United/ sequel to Departed ZM

Lazy Mornings

I reached home around 8. Entering the penthouse, i saw Zayn passed out on the couch.

Hmm. Let's see. You were horny na. Well , you won't get what you want so easily. I be the queen of teasing tonight.

Smirking, I lifted his shirt a little bit and unbuckled his belt pulling it out of his jeans careful not to wake him up. Next i unbuttoned his shirt.

He stirred a little in his sleep and mumbled something in his sleep.

I giggled before continuing with my plan.

Running back up to the closet, i pulled out my red lipstick and applied a thick coat of it. Going down to him, i lightly pecked his lips and marked his chest and abs lightly with my lips. Satisfied with my job, i walked back out of the apartment and this time came in with a huge bang..

" Zayn. Honey I'm home." I yelled and made my way to the lounge trying my best to hide my laughter.

" Oh my god. What the fuck Zayn?" I fake screamed at him.

He got up from the couch rubbing his eyes and mumbled in his all too sexy raspy voice
" Babe. You're home."

" Don't come near me."

" Why?"

" Look at yourself Zayn."

He looked down at himself and gaped in horror.

" What were you doing Zayn?" I asked angrily.

" i......i.....i don't know. I didn't do anything." he shuddered with horror filled in his eyes.

" Yeah. Right. But that unbuttoned shirt, unbuckled belt and red marks say something else dear." I seethed at him.

" I swear baby. I did not do anything." he said trying to come near me.

I stopped him by putting my hand flat on his warm chest.

" Zayn. You cheated on me. I hate you." I dashed a fake tear away from my eye and zoomed to out bedroom upstairs shutting the door right in his face.

" please baby. Believe me. I didn't do anything." he said banging his fist on the door.

" Shut up Zayn. I hate you." I yelled from the other side of the door and ran into the closet giggling.

Immediately i changed into my pyjama shorts and one of his t-shirts as he finds it extremely sexy on me.
I walked back into the room to find him still banging on the door and ranting.

Poor boy.

"Go away Zayn. I don't want to see your face." I yelled at him and the banging stopped.

Did he really go away?

The banging never came again. It was dead silent and the joke i was enjoying earlier was no more a joke to me.
Shit i think its time to finish it now.

I unlocked the door. As soon as i opened it, he lied down flat on the floor on his back because he was sitting with his back against the door.
I looked at him with an angry expression trying to look mad at him. He immediately got off the floor and started apologising again.

" I did not do anything Zara. I don't know a thing. I am so sorry baby."

A little tear slipped out of his eye as i continued to ignore him.