Scarred// Z.M.

Chapter 8. Hungover

A/N this isn't too good since i keep writing when I can which is hardly ever these days but i'll do fast updates soon thnx for votes and comments from certains Xx

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Chapter 8. Hungover

Aria's P.O.V

I woke up with a pounding headache, groaning I propped myself up on my elbows looking around. Suddenly the memories of last night came back to me. NO! No, no, no. Yasmin is going to HATE me. She'll kick me out of the flat and kill me oh my gosh. I gasped, Justin! Oh no, Justin will hate me too, he'll never even want to look at me! I looked around and realised there were clothes strewn all over the floor and this wasn't even my room. Thankfully I was still in my dress but since it was strapless it hung awfully low causing it to expose a bit too much. When I turned to my side I saw Zayn shirtless laying on his front but he wasn't facing me. Should I wake him up? I've already figured out he's not a morning person but I need to know why I was here.

I lightly nudged him on the shoulder. "Zayn?" I mumbled, my head was still hurting so if I shout my own voice will be too loud for my liking. He didn't move "Zayn?" I mumbled a little louder nudging him again. Nothing. "Oh, for god's sake, think about others you idiot, can you not hear me?! ZAYN?!" Now I was screaming at him and fully punching him everywhere and beating him with a pillow.

"Zayn get up or I'll lick your pretty little face." I threaten hoping he would get up. Just then he gets up.

"I'm up, and don't you dare lick my face I don't want the ugly disease too" he said tiredly. I just rolled my eyes.

He was about to stretch until he winced in pain "Ow, my shoulder hurts" He mumbled. I scoffed "Oh, so you didn't realise that when I was beating the crap out of you, why do I even bother?" I mumbled to myself.

"'Cause you have no life" he said, smirking.

"No one asked you to make any remarks, Malik." I snapped climbing out of bed, fixing my dress. He groaned "My head" he whined. Then I remembered I needed to ask him. "Zayn do you remember what happened last night?" I asked, my voice having a slight shaky edge.

He stared at me in confusion for a minute, then it hit him like a football hitting him in the face, because his eyes suddenly turned wide in shock and he simply just stared at me.

"We...." He said trailing off, then he groaned and put his face in his hand and groaned again.

"Yes, we did!" I said pacing back and forth in the room feeling hugely frustrated with this hangover.

"What are the guys going to say?!" Zayn mumbled to himself.

"Excuse me?! Think about Yasmin you self-centred idiot, what is SHE going to say?!" I yelled. This idiot is impossible, how can he think only about his self and his life?

"You're not telling her anything" He said in a low threatening tone.

"You're expecting me to LIE?" I asked, shocked. I can't lie. I can't break her trust after all she's done for me. Sure, she'll be upset with me but it's better if she hears it from me or Zayn than someone else.

"Yes, you have to" He said

"I can't" I said in a quiet voice.

"God, stop acting so pathetic you little tramp, it's only a little lie. All you have to do is act like nothing ever happened. Is that too much to absorb for your brain that you probably don't even have!" He yelled, getting up and slapping me really hard on the face. This time I lost balance and he didn't even help me so I fell over and that's when the tears came spilling out.