Same Mistakes -Zayn Malik-

Wait

I was sitting there waiting for Zayn to come back. It felt like for hours I say there. I was drifting off into sleep when I heard stumbling. I jerked up to see Zayn in the hall way. His eyes were bloodshot. Skin bloodied.

"Fucking hell Zayn what's wrong with you." I said walking towards him. He smiled at me.

"Everything." He said sliding his back against the wall until he was sitting. He stunk of alcohol.

"Take a shower." I said to him pointing to the showers. He rolled his eyes.

"Join me." He said laughing. I looked away from him laughing.

"Never happening." I said to him.

"Fine." He said walking over to the showers. A couple minutes later he came out. His hair dripping. A towel wrapped around his lower body. His upper body exposed. 6 pack. Tattoos covering him. I was looking at his tattoos amazed.

"You done staring?" He said making me come out of the trance.

"What?" I said acting like I didn't know what he was talking about.

"You were staring at me." He said casually. He walked into his room.

"You can avert your eyes now if you don't want to see me change into boxers." He said smirking at me. I rolled my eyes and turned around.

"You done now?" I asked impatiently.

"Yeah." He said. I turned. He was in baggy grey sweatpants with a red hoodie on. His piercings were silver now. I couldn't help but stare at his perfectly figured face. Jaw line so defined. Long eyelashes. His hair down and styled. The way his lip rings shaped his mouth perfectly. How cuts on his eyebrows made him look rugged.

"You seem very interested in me today." He said looking at me.

"Just noticing things." I said back to him. He shrugged and sat down on the bed.

"You should go to sleep. We have rehearsals tomorrow." He said slipping off his sweatshirt. Again I was drawn to his chest but I kept my head up to look away.

"Zayn why were you all bloody." I said looking into his eyes.

"Why do you think." He said smirking. Of course he went and fought someone, and by the looks of it he won.

"Night." I said walking out of the room. He waved and climbed into bed. I walked out of his room. How much did I want to climb in with him. But I don't. I don't like him. I have no idea.

Zayn's P.O.V

"Morning." I heard a girls voice say. I don't remember sleeping with anyone. I ran my hand across my face.

"Um hi." I said sitting up. At the bottom of my bed was Kiera. She was looking right at me.

"Wake up. Class in 30." She said getting up. I clicked on my phone and she was right. I got up and stretched. Why does she keep staring at me? Is it my body or tattoos? Whatever I'll just ignore it. I slipped off the sweatshirt forgetting that she was there. I grabbed my American flag tank. I out it on. I went over to my drawer and took out a pair of shorts. I slid off my sweats and put on to shorts. I turned around to get my phone. I saw Keira still sitting there.

"Oh you're still here." I said laughing.

"Um yeah." She said sarcastically. She got up and walked away. She stopped in the doorframe and looked back at me.

"P.s, your boxers are a but too tight." She said smirking and walking away.