Him <3 ~A Zayn Malik Fan-Fiction~

~Chapter 32~ Tonight (RE-DO)

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THIS IS THE THIRD TIME i AM DELETEING AND RE-UPLOADING CHAPTER 32.  I AM GONNA MAKE SURE THAT ITS OFF PRIVATE SO EVERYONE GETS A CHANCE TO READ IT.  SO THE REASON THERE ARE TWO CHAPTER 32'S IS BECAUSE I WANNA TRY YO TAKE IT OFF OF PRIVATE.  I APOLOGIZE FOR THE TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES.

Tonight was the night. The night Zayn and the boys have been working so hard for. The night that they sang in front of a building full of spirited, tipsy, excited people. Tonight was their dream night. 

I was shaving my legs in the bathroom while Zayn fidgeted with his hair. "I have no idea what the fuck I'm doing." He mutter. I listened closely to the frustration in his voice. 

I sat down the razor and walked toward him. Taking a firm grip of his cheeks, I turned his head to me. "You need to calm down and relax." I suggested, referring to his attitude today.

Zayn has been pissy all day.  From the moment I woke him up, to the second I called his name, he has been on the edge.  I know he is stressed out and nervous at this point.  

I took a look at his messed up hair that he ruined. He globbed the gel in one big place, causing it to become sticky. I began to fix it. "Why is it so hard to do your hair all of the sudden."

He shrugged. "I'm just really nervous. I haven't been this nervous since that one time my mom walked in on me jacking off."  He claimed  "And I was 12." 

I froze, waiting for him to laugh so I could join in. But all I got was his serious face. His face, combined with his comment, made my urge to laugh bigger than it was before. I held my hand over my mouth, trying not to piss myself from the laughter.

I saw Zayn go from frustrated to furious in a matter of seconds. He walked out of the bathroom, slamming the door.

I held myself together and ran after him. "Zayn, it was just a joke, calm down."

He laid back on the bed. "Well I'm not laughing mood. I am on edge." He replied.

 Since my legs were covered in shaving cream, I walked over closest to where His head was on the bed. I looked down at him. "You need to calm down. You are gonna do great. All you need to do is sing your little heart out." I Grabbed his hand. "I don't care what happens tonight, I will still be the loudest one cheering for you." I lowered my head to kiss him. "I'm so proud of you." I muttered into the kiss. "Now just relax, and everything will fall in place.

I had finished shaving my legs and I was on to my next task. I needed to iron our outfits. After that, I needed to finish Zayn's hair, and begin to do mine. Then, I had to start on my makeup. There was so much to do in such a little amount of time.

 I walked toward the bathroom so I could do Zayn's hair. As I reached the door, I heard that sweet singing voice I haven't heard in forever. I gently creaked open the door to see him in front of the mirror, singing.

I waited a bit until he would notice my little head through the door. But he was so into it, that I wouldn't be surprised if I walked in and he didn't wouldn't notice me.

 "Excuse me Mr. Malik, but I'm afraid that it's time for hair and makeup." I tried to sound like a professional.

 I brought him into the room and sat him on bed. I ran my fingers through his dark, soft, thick hair.  it had the texture of silk, and the coarseness of wool.  I continued to mess around with his follicles, forgetting that I was supposed to style it. 

 "I thought you were supposed to be styling it?" He questioned.  

 I giggled and stood on the tip of my toes so I could bed over and face him.  "If you give me a chance, I could, Mr. Malik." I replied.