Not So Much Love

Oh My God

Date: December, 25 , 2014.

Alex woke up with a massive headache, she sat up on the bed, rubbing her head.

"God.. What happened last night?" She mumbled to ask herself, she rubs her eyes. She blinks a few times, looking around. Realizing she wasn't in her house, she looked over, seeing Zayn sleep. That's when she looked down at herself. Naked. She let out a scream of terror, causing Zayn to wake up.

"What happened?!" He yelled shooting up, blinking a dozen times. He looked at her, seeing a naked Alex, he looked down at himself. Only to find a naked Zayn. "Oh my God!" He shouted.

"What happened?! Oh my God, did we have sex?!" She almost screamed.

"I- I don't- maybe?" Zayn stutters.

"What do you mean 'maybe' why the hell else would we both be naked in a bed together?!" The girl shouts, "Little bastard, you... Don't look at me!" She cries, rubbing her fingers on her temple trying to ease her headache.

"Sorry..." Zayn mumbles. Alex quickly finds her bra and underwear. She slides them on along with her clothes she found making a trail towards the bedroom.

"Oh my god. Oh my god." She continues to mutter to herself. Alex quickly puts on her clothes and finds her shoes. "Oh my god" She slides on her shoes but Zayn stops her before she leaves the door.

"Oh.. um are you ok--"

"I'm fine! I just had sex with a teenage pop star, and while most girls would be ecstatic I'm terrified for my reputation because trust me, your fanbase is fucking insane. They'll find out anything and this is something that doesn't leave this apartment." Alex says.

"Wait, Alex, I'm sorry." Zayn tries to calm her down. Mumbling "I'm turning 22 next month, not really a teenager..." He mumbles to himself.

"Sorry? Don't bother. I just... I regret it."

"Regret it?! It was everything you wanted last night!" He begins raising his voice a bit.

"Jesus Christ- I was pissed drunk! I don't remember a thing! All I know is that I regret it now. Goodbye." Alex says before storming out. Zayn strokes his fingers through his hair, trying to put together everything that happened. Suddenly, Alex rushes through the door, locking it behind her.

"Wha--"

"There's fucking paparazzi outside!" She stammers. She huffs, rubbing her left temple, her headache was pounding. "Go check the news and internet, they're probably news stories." She sighs, soon. Her phone goes off. Letting out a long groan, she answers.

"Why are you and Zayn everywhere?!" Aubrey practically screams.

"What do you mean?! Oh my God!" She shouted. "Zayn! Turn on the tube, check the Internet. Oh my God..." She shouted to him. She could hear from the tv:

"Zayn Malik of British-Irish boyband was caught taking a girl back to his place after bandmate Louis Tomlinson's 23rd birthday, it's told that this girl is the same girl that was spotted with him at Trinity Leeds just last week."

"Diya... It's everywhere..." He shouted to her from the tv room.

"Oh my God!" He sighed.

"Uh... Zayn is trending on Twitter, and so is #MysteryGirl sooo." Aubrey said, "I've seen some people use #whosthatwhore..." Aubrey continues.

"Dear God.." Alex mumbles, walking over to Zayn. "Aubrey... We had sex."

"I knew it." Aubrey smirked, Alex could just tell she was. "I knew you would give in to him." Aubrey laughs.

"I was drunk!" Alex cried for sanity.

"That's what they all say." Zayn jokes. Alex heard Aubrey laughing on the other end.

"Not funny, Zack." She replies, emphasising on 'Zack.' The boy grins a bit, turning his attention to the telly which was all over trying to figure out who the "#MysteryGirl" was.

"Aubrey what's #MysteryGirl trending at?" Alex asks.

"Uhhh.... Number One. Zayn is Trending too, it's the second popular trending topic. Worldwide." The last part had Alex let out a cry.

"I'll.. I'll call you later." She says before hanging up. Her phone nearly dropped to the ground whilst her headache grew larger and larger. "I... I think I'm..." Alex sprints out of the room in search for the bathroom. Luckily, she finds it quick enough to throw up her hangover in his sink. She threw up to a point where there was nothing left in her system. Zayn pulls her hair back gently, tying it with one of Alex's cotton bracelets that had fell off. "Thanks..." She mumbles, rinsing out the sink with her hand. It made her cringe but she thought It was only alcohol and a bit of crisps. Alex lets out a sigh, feeling the tears fill up her eyes.

"Are you feeling alright?" Zayn asks, pushing her bangs away from her face. She moves his hand away from her face and nods, letting a tear roll down her cheek.

"Fuck." Was all she said, loud enough to be audible but quiet enough to keep it to herself. She wipes away the tears, and watery eyes. You can't tell me you have never threw up with out your eyes watering and a few tears dropping.

"God, I feel awful." She sighs, shutting her eyes banging her head on the sink counter a few times.

"Hey, hey. Just go get some rest, okay?" He pulls her body away, so she stops banging her head.

"Fine." She mumbles, letting Zayn take her to the spare room his has.

"Go lay down." He tells her softly, she nods, going to lay on the bed. He walks over, and tucks her in, then kisses her forehead.

"I'm not 4..." She says awkwardly to what just happened.

"I know, but I think you need it right now. Just sleep." He left the room, closing the door. Zayn sighs, going back to the living room, he sits on the sofa rubbing his face. "God, what did I do." He sighs. His phone started to blow up with calls, and texts, tweets, and emails. One call, from a few people he was scared of most. Management. He just turned off his phone, blocking out everything. He laid on his sofa, shutting his eyes. A few minutes turned to a few hours, he was sleep. Woken by Alex. She was in the washroom, looking for mouth wash, her mouth was dirty, and smelled of vomit, alcohol, and morning breath.

"Gel... Hair spray... Shower gel... Deodorant...." She was mumbling, looking. Zayn got up, hearing her voice. He walked over, leaning on the doorframe.

"What are you looking for..?" He asks.

"Mouth wash." She didn't bother looking at him.

"In the cabinet there." He points to the cabinet. She sighs, opening it, getting out the mouth wash. She quickly opened it with shaky hands. Taking a big sip from the bottle. She swished it around his her mouth for what seemed like a good 5 minutes. The alcohol burned her mouth, but she didn't care, she ignored it. Finally she spat it out in the sink.

"Please tell me you wore a condom." She looked him dead in the eyes.

"I did." He nodded. "I found a used one on the floor this morning." It was then and there she notice that he was only in his boxers briefs. She blinked a few times.

"Have you been in your boxers the whole time..?" She asks, still thinking it was her imagination, "I could have sworn you were dressed before..." She rubs her eyes.

"I've been like this all day..." He smirks, knowing she looked at his body.

"Mhm..." She nods, leaving his washroom. "I have to get back to Leeds." She looks at him, "give me some black shaded sunglasses." She lets her hair down, tying it back up in a high bun. Zayn passes her a pair of sunglasses. She takes a deep breath, walking out the door.