Triple Dog Dare *A Zayn Malik Love Story*

Chapter 19 Part 1

The song for this chapter is Dance With Me Tonight by Olly Murs(: It's got to be hard to dislike this song because it's sooo catchy!

*Zayn's POV*

"He's gonna kill you for doing this," a low, feeble voice whispered.

A feminine giggle was muffled. "Oh, well. I'll take my chances, I guess." I kept my eyes closed, willing the voices to go away so I could refamiliarize myself with sleep. I moved onto my side from my stomach and pulled my knees further into my body. A fault on the mattress did not go unnoticed. One shift turned into two, then another and another, gradually coming closer. I did my best to ignore it, thinking I was probably imagining things or in a dream.

I was sad to come to the realization I was not imagining things or dreaming. Sudden vigorous jumps on my bed made me groan. Heavy laughter erupted from my girlfriend as she hopped from place to place on my bed. I reached for the edge of the duvet and pulled it closer to my face as my legs curled even further into my body.

"Zayn, my baby!" Camille cooed and laughed, as she continued to make herself airborne around the unoccupied area of my bed. I whined into my pillow, almost a plea to return to dreamland. She giggled. "It's time to get up, Handsome! We have stuff to do!" I felt the jumps cease as one last drop came from Camille collapsing into the spot next to me. She placed her hand delicately on my right cheek and softly traced her thumb across the cheekbone. It was calming to me and it always has been. "Aw, Zayn, are you still tired, Hon?" she sarcastically sympathized. I raised my hand to meet hers and I opened my eyes for the first time since the unexpected events occurred. Her pretty green eyes were innocently peering at me and an amused smile was etched onto her mouth. "You need to get up," she winked and bopped my nose, making me blink.

"What time is it?" I asked.

Her eyes widened tremendously. "Well hi there, Mr. Morning Voice. You have quite the rasp right now."

I impossibly smiled. "I know, but why did you wake me up? And why did you wake me up like that?"

"It's almost twelve, lazy butt," she prodded at my cheek and smiled, then returned her touch to my face.

"Why do I need to get up," I grumbled quietly, my voice still not yet fully present.

Her hand traveled up to tenderly tousle my hair. "Well... we have a fun day ahead of us!"

Oh, that's right. It's Valentine's Day. "But why did you wake me up like this?" I complained, digging my face into the pillow again.

Her fingers ran smoothly through my messy hair as she exhaled a laugh. "Because it's funny."

"You're lucky I didn't throw you through a wall," I mumbled into the obstruction of my pillow. Her fingers continued to play with my hair as she drifted closer so we were both sharing the same pillow.

"Oh, come on, it wasn't that bad!" I opened my eyes to glare at her from my spot, then closed them again. "Okay, it was mean, I'll admit it was. But please get out of bed so we can do stuff." I grunted in annoyance. "Pretty please?" I reopened my eyes to meet her supplicate gaze. Her voice lowered to a more sincere tone. "It'll be a lot of fun. I promise." She held a pinky finger out between us. "Pinky promise."

Okay, it's official; she was too adorable.

I rolled my eyes and hooked my pinky with her pinky. The size difference between the two was ridiculous. Mine was massive compared her's. When we unhooked pinkies, I slowly rolled out of the bed and walked to my bathroom. I came back out with a toothbrush shoved between my teeth.

"You brush before breakfast?" she asked.

I shook my head. "I barely ever eat breakfast," I said with my mouthful of toothpaste. She nodded and rolled over to her back on the bed.