He's No Good - Zayn Malik

Chapter 17: Headache

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Zoe's POV

I wake up with a strong headache. My head throbbing along with the rhythm of my calm but heavy pulse.
My heart jumps along with my entire body in chock, when I open my eyes enough to see Zayn sitting on the edge of my bed.

- "You are adorable when you're sleeping, you know that?" he chuckles, his hair tousled but sexy, falling down his forehead.

I sit up and look around, rubbing my temple. I'm definitely not in my own bed, or my own bedroom for that matter. I'm in Zayn's room.

The room is big and pretty neat for a boys room. He has a closet, some drawers, and some few other furniture, along with a big flatscreen. I notice he has a huge CD collection along with a big stereo, and some art on the walls that looks like graffiti. Everything here reminds me of Zayn.

- "Why am I in your bed?" I ask, squinting my eyes from the strong light streaming in through the window, while I search through my blurry memory. I notice I'm barefoot but still wearing my dress from the party last night. We didn't do anything, I sigh in relief.


- "Don't worry I slept on the couch," he smirks. 

Then he starts laughing.
"It's funny actualy, how I promised Liam not to take you home into my bed, and look where you are" he's not answering my question.

I look at him, dead serious, head still throbbing in pain. I'm not exactly in the mood for jokes. He stops laughing.

- "You don't remember anything?" The events of last night flashes through my head too fast for me to reach out to. I remember the start of the night, but then I'm all blank. I shake my head. "You got sick, I didn't know you had had so much to drink.."

- "What about my parents?" I ask. Hadn't I at least call home to tell them I'm staying out all night?!

- " If they saw you in the condition you were in, they would never let me near you again.." Oh god was it that bad? "I used your phone. I told them you stayed at Tamira's"

- "Tamara," I correct him, "But thank you," I feel slightly grateful despite my moodyness, but I of course I really wouldn't have wanted to show up at home drunk.

He reaches out, and puts his palm onto my forehead, frowning. He hasn't shaved, and his stubble are even more visable this morning, and I notice he has already dressed.
- "Does your head hurt?" I nod, and he leaves me alone on his bed to get me some aspirin.

While Zayn is downstairs, I get up out the bed and take a look around in his room. I run my hands over his CD collection. He's got a bit of everything really, from old classics to pop and RnB. I look at my reflection in the full body mirror. I giggle for myself, what guy has such big mirror.

I look tired but surprisingly my make-up is not all over my face, but has pretty much stayed where I applied it.

I run my eyes over his belongings on his dresser; A line of different hair products, his phone charger, a lighter, and an open pack of cigarettes. No family photos or anything personal.

One of the drawers in his dresser is slightly open, and I can't help but peek. It contains two piles of hoodies and sweatpants, neatly folded. What was I expecting? Condoms?

I sit back down as I hear Zayn making his way upstairs again, carrying a glass of water and two pills. He closes the door behind him and sits next to me on the bed.

- "Here," he hands me the pills, and I quickly swallow them one by one, hoping it will fix my pounding head.

- "Oh and," he hands me my phone as well, smirking.

I have 3 missed calls from Harry, 1 from Tamara and 1 from Kayla. It's already 1 O'clock.

- "Does your parents know I'm here? You slept on the couch," I ask Zayn, a bit worried that they would somehow tell t parents.

- "No, told my mum I didn't remember how I got there," he says in a carefree tone, suggestion that that has happened before.

They way he says it, makes me wonder if his parents are divorced. I mean I've only ever met his mum and his brother, not his dad. He has never even mentioned him.

I am just about to ask, when we hear footsteps coming from the other side of the door. Zayn's body tense, looking nervously at the door.

- "I'm afraid I'll have to sneak you out, if you don't want to get caught," he whisper.
I nod, and in silence we wait untill the sound of the footsteps is gone.

I put my phone back in my purse, and pick up my heels, wrapping the straps around my finger, walking barefoot towards the door.
Zayn rests his arm on my lower back, looking down the empty hallway, directing us down the staircase.

Luckily Zayn's mum - or Trisha - is out in the garden, so I easily slip outside without getting caught. Zayn chuckle and kiss my forehead, and then he sends me on my way.

I get out my keys and unlock the door without making too much noise. Then I sneak upstairs to my room, and quickly put on a T-shirt and some sweatpants.

I go downstairs, to find my family in the living room eating lunch. I put on a smile and join them, only now realizing how hungry I am.

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Sorry this chapter was a bit of a filler...