How It All Fell Into Place.. (Zerrie story)

Cheesy Words and Dirty Thoughts.

Zayn's P.O.V

It's been two weeks since I was released from hospital, and I honestly couldn't feel any better. I had my mum, friends and girlfriend by my side so why wouldn't I be happy? Well I was happy, until I found out Michael was still living in Perrie's house. I put on a fake smile for him, seeing as he was giving me fake pity.

'I'm so sorry that happened to you mate!'

'Are you ok? Wait no that's a dumb question.'

'What did you break?'

Yeah. He was so interested. I shrugged and tried to hobble up the stairs. I ended up giving up and throwing my crutches back down the stairs(after making sure no one was coming up). I sat down on the step just about halfway up and tried to pull myself up the stairs that way.

What I didn't realize was that Harry was filming me the whole time, and eventually ended up showing everyone. They all thought it was hilarious. I, however, just huffed and crossed my arms. I was seated on the bed in Perrie's room, hearing everything that was going on downstairs. I was definitely going to kill Harry.

"Zayn? Where are you, babe?" Perrie's voice rang out. I couldn't be bothered answering so I just lay back until I was fully laying on her bed. Christ, why is her bed so soft? I snuggled up so my head was facing the window, and my head on the pillow. I feel like hibernating. I am that tired. I just closed my eyes when I heard the door open.

"Zayn?" Perrie whispered. I couldn't find the energy to respond so I just grunted. I heard her giggle and close the door. I thought she had left but that thought had changed when I felt the bed dip on my right side.

"Babe, I know you're tired but there's something else bothering you. I'm going to let you sleep because you need it, but we're going to talk tomorrow, OK? Love you, Zee." She pecked my cheek then left the room. To be perfectly honest, I had no reason what-so-ever to be bothered. I just was. I was so happy in the car on the way home from the hospital(mainly because I won't have to eat the food there hopefully never again), but as soon as we got home, something's been eating at my brain. Maybe it's Michael, he's always been a brat to me, but maybe it was something else. I'm too tired for this shit right now, this can wait 'till morning.

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I slowly opened my eyes, blinking a couple of times. I looked around the room, only to find that Perrie had joined me sometime last night and we ended up cuddling, her head on my chest with my arms wrapped around her. I have to admit, it was pretty comfortable. I always love sleeping like this. I kissed the top of Perrie's head then untangled myself from her, trying not to wake her up. I failed at that.

"Zayn?" She asked groggily, sitting up.

"Yeah babe?" I whispered softly. I slowly made my way back to the bed.

"Where're you going?"

"I was going to make some breakfast, but you woke up."

"You know Mum can make breakfast for us you know, she loves cooking." Perrie giggled softly.

"Oh, shush! I was trying to be like those cheesy couples you see on T.V! You ruined it babe!" I 'wailed'. The boy have told me that I'm a very good actor, so why not try and put some of my acting skills into place?

"Zayn, babe, I was kidding. C'mere." Perrie said hurriedly. I was honestly trying no to laugh. She looks all flustered, and having just woke up it made her look really cute.

"Love, relax. I was kidding." I said, adding a playful smile at the end.

"Zayn!" Perrie said, annoyed. I laughed and went to kiss her lips, but just then the door had to open to reveal Harry, again filming.

"Harry!" I groaned, stuffing my face into my pillow.

"..and here we have the lovebirds room! Who are the lovebirds you ask? Why, it's Zayn and Perrie Malik!" Harry said in his best commentators voice.

"Harry go awa- wait, what?!" I yelled, "Harry you better not put this anywhere!"

"No guarantees my friend. Now, what were you up to before I came in? Hmm? Getting some, Zayn? I can't really imagine Perrie allowing you to- Ow! What was that for?" Harry asked, rubbing his face.

I had thrown a pillow at his face.

"Go away Harry before I get really angry. You know what I'm like when I'm angry." I groaned, putting my face in my hands. I felt Perrie's hands run up and down mine, and heard the door closing. I can't believe Harry said that. Zayn and Perrie Malik. What the fuck? I mean, I love her but was that necessary?

"It's OK, bub, it's probably only going to be a family video." Perrie whispered softly into my ear.

"I still can't believe he said that." I said, more to myself than anyone.

"Zayn.. Don't listen to him. He's your best friend, don't best friends do this all the time?" She questioned. I sighed and looked at her. Her hair was everywhere, poking out of her pony-tail, a bit of mascara that she forgot to wash off last night was now smudged underneath her eye and everything else was basically perfect. Pale skin, pink lips and bright blue eyes. What more could this girl have to offer? Oh, I don't think I should think about this now. I slapped myself across the face much to Perrie's surprise.

"Zayn! Why did you slap yourself for? What's wrong? Something's bothering you, tell me please?" Perrie asked, desperately wanting answers.

"Uh.. Boy thoughts?" I said unsurely. She cocked her head to the right and after a few seconds she finally understood.

"Ahh.. Right, well, uh we should get up." She stuttered, getting up and stretching, making her top lift up and show her belly button. Oh fucking hell, control yourself Zayn. I got up and stretched as well, before grabbing my crutches and heading downstairs(trying not to throw a fit like yesterday) after Perrie.

"Hey Zayn." I heard someone call my name, and as I turned around I bumped into Liam.

"Oh, hey mate. Sorry." I apologized for bumping into him.

"No worries, glad you made it down the stairs today." He said with a slight smirk. Oh no he didn't. I sat down on the sofa in the living room, turning on the T.V. If you're thinking, 'But you're a guest! Shouldn't you ask before doing stuff around their house?', I'm pretty sure Debbie wouldn't mind. I scanned through the channels and stopped when a news report caught my attention.

'Right here on ABC News, reports of One Direction's Zayn Malik has been to hospital, after being brutally beaten. We have no idea whether he's still in the hospital or not, but we do wish him a speedy recovery to whatever injuries he has recieved.'

What. The. Fuck.

I haven't told any press or paps anything and they still come up with a report that's partially true? Of course, it's all true but they just haven't gotten the full story. Unless one of the boys said something. No, they wouldn't do that. Debbie or Mum wouldn't have said anything, neither would Perrie. That only leaves one person.

Michael.

(A/N- Hey guys! New cover! Hope you like it. Thought the old one was kinda boring so now I have a proper Zerrie picture! YAY! I thought I'd change to Zayn's P.O.V bc let's face it, Zayn's ideas and thoughts matter too right? Of course they doo!! In case you forgot, Debbie is Perrie's mum.. Anyway, I almost forgot Zayn was on crutches in this chapter.. I know right? Blonde Alert! Ahaha anyway, tell me what you think! This is a really long authors note. I'm going to leave now. Peace.)