Tampered With (Zayn Malik Fanfic)

Your POV

Zayn was cleaning up the broken bottle while I was changing and I heard Zayn scream.

I rushed over to him and he held out his hand. He had a shard of glass lodged in his hand. I briskly walked into the bathroom and got tweezers. When I walked back towards him he was biting his lip. I realized I didn't get finished changing and I was only in my bra and undies.

"Eyes up!" I snapped as I used my free hand to push his chin up so he looked at the ceiling.

As carefully as I could, I tried to get the glass out. I saw him smirking at my concentration. And I finally got it out. I got a bandaid and placed it on.

"Thank you," Zayn started. "Kiss it to make it feel better?" He asked with puppy dog eyes.

I rolled my eyes at him and took his and and kissed it to make it feel better.

"MWAH!" I sounded really loudly. "All better?" I said a little annoyed.

"Tremendously." He said with a wink. Then his eyes started to wander down.

"Malik!" I shouted, hitting his arm then ran into my room to finish change.

"Damn.." I heard Zayn sigh through the door.

I giggled.

With my hair in a messy bun, I put on my athletic short shorts from Hollister, they're like cloth sleep shorts, and I put on a black tank top.

I walked out of my room to see Zayn on the couch who helped himself to one of my beers and one of my bananas. Um ok.

I passed through the living room to go out onto the balcony. I stared at the stars and the little street down below. I sat down on the wicker couch outside and decided to text Andrew and apologize. I have no idea what it feels like to walk into a room like that.

From: You

To: Andrew

-I am so sorry you had to see that...

From: Andrew

To: You

-Yeah...look, I should of known you and Zayn had a thing. I was just stupid enough to tell myself to go for you because you're an amazing girl.

From: You

To: Andrew

-I'm not with Zayn, if that's what you're implying.. And I had no idea you had these feelings for me.

From: Andrew

To: You

-What do you mean you didn't know! What was tonight? What was that day I held your hand?

I didn't know what to reply to that. Andrew's great but, I don't know. We're friends. That's all I see him as. I just wanted a guy friend who'd be there for me. I know I have the boys, but I want a guy friend that can walk down the street and not get mobbed by screaming girls. All I know is, I don't think things will be the same between me and Andrew anymore.

I was a little upset so I decided to go to bed. I walked inside and I didn't see Zayn on the couch. I figured he went home or something so I just turned off the TV, threw away his banana peel, recycled his new beer bottle, and turned off all the lights. I swear this kid thinks I have a maid or something.

I walked into my room and got cozy under the covers. I lied down on my side and I closed my eyes. Then I felt a warm strong arm wrap around my waist and I screamed at the top of my lungs.

"What the fuck?!" I screamed into my dark room.

"Relax! Relax! It's just me! Zayn!" He yelled back.