True [Zayn Malik AU]

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

 

 

 

Ironic as it was, Sunday Morning cover by Maroon 5 was playing on MTV on that fine Sunday morning that had Zayn busy in getting his omelet fried right. Humming perfectly in key to the harmonies that wafted off the television speakers, a ring at the doorbell got the shirtless boy distracted from his task. Huffing and rolling his eyes – like he had been, way too much lately – he made his way to the main door, swinging the wooden barrier open to be greeted by a sleepy, yet cheery blonde.

"Not again," He murmured under his breath, recalling the little annoying incident from the just previous morning.

"Hey mate," Niall grinned. On receiving acknowledgement, he continued. "Sorry, d'ya happen to have some spare bread? I forgot ta' get 'em last night and I'm way too hungry right now t-"

Not bothering to wait for him to finish, Zayn motioned for the boy to walk in, leading him towards the marble-tiled kitchen. On spotting the fridge, Niall happily indulged himself into the stocked fridge his neighbour owned.

"You seem to love your food," Niall commented at the amount of edibles stored in the refrigerator, gaining a shrug from Zayn. "I can relate," He added.

"So um, you a local, yeh?" Niall questioned, taking the ceramic plate from Zayn's hand and thus silently accepting Zayn's unvoiced offer to snack with him.

After a brief discussion, consisting of Zayn's fabricated reasons for moving to the heart of the country and Niall's explanation about the internship he'd been offered at a London recording studio, the two found themselves engrossed in a series of other conversations, eventually discovering a good deal of likenesses.

Excusing himself for a couple of minutes, Zayn made his way back to his room, having remembered the ointment he'd been prescribed to apply. Another ring at the doorbell sounded, but presuming Niall was there to get it, he kept busy at his task.

Fumbling through the drawers, he found the silver tube lying amidst the many unnecessary belongings of his. Grabbing it in his hand, he squirted some of the transparent balm onto his fingertip, reaching backwards to place it over his back. As he struggled to spread the ointment evenly over his lightly tanned skin, footsteps heading towards his room from a short distance away became audible. 

Just as he turned around, his name was called simultaneously in a voice that had become a little too familiar to him now. "Zayn," The quiet address soon turned into a series of awkward apologies, all thanks to Zayn being in his half-naked version. Making his way towards the doorframe, he watched as the brunette nervously babbled out her stutters.

"Oh- I- I'm so sorry, I should've knocked. I'll uh, wait outside-" A fingertip was placed upon her lips, shutting her nervous apologies, as an amused smirk embraced Zayn's lips. "Hi Aveline," The right corner of his lips spiked further above revealing a little amount of surprise, alongside the killer smirk of course.

"H-hi," She breathed.

"C'mon in," He backed away, allowing the uneasy girl to take a tiny step forward.

"I'm here with Jasmine." Aveline quickly explained, noticing Zayn eager to find out further. "It's um," She mentally scolded herself for being so badly slurred, struggling to compose her speech yet again. "It's her sister's wedding in 2 weeks and we're here to give you the invitation card." She finally stated.

"Oh, cool," He nodded, bringing his attention back to the ointment in his hand.

"Do you um," He noticed her motioning towards the tube, comprehending her unsaid offer to help, but the kinky guy that he was, he decided to press on further.