Him <3 ~A Zayn Malik Fan-Fiction~

~Chapter 33~ Hangoverrr

-Thank you all for the love!  I am so so sorry for the long wait! I see all of your comments and messages and don't hesitate to recommend any  I will continue to rite just for you guys.  I just hope you guys stick around! I love you guys so much! Thanks for getting me to 5k!!! This is amazing.  

 The moment I open my eyes, I no longer feel that small amount of sensation that I always felt.  All I could focus on was the pounding of my head, and the slight tenseness in my feet.  The bright sun from the windows peeked through the niche of the curtain and straight into my eyes. Without a thought in my mind, a groan immediately flew out of my mouth. As soon as my mind was able to collect itself, the first thing I could think was: What the hell happened last night?

I sat there for a while in hopes that the slight pounding in my head would heal itself, but in time it only got worse.  My thoughts were fighting to be noticed, but the only thing that I could comprehend to myself was why my head was hurting.

I could hear the sink running along with glasses clanking, meaning that Zayn hadn’t left on his normal routine. Then it slowly peers in how he had his first show last night, and how we were at the club, and how we were most likely drinking. How much did I drink? I stopped myself before I wore out my brain any more. 

I could hear his footsteps slowly walking down the hall toward me.  I turned my neck toward the door to watch his as he came in.  There he stood, holding a glass of water in one hand, and his fist cupped with something in the other. 

“Good Afternoon.” He spoke softly.  He leaned in slowly to peck my forehead.  “On a scale from 1-10 how bad is it?”

Being as to how I could barely concentrate on what he was saying.  A 10 would be pretty accurate.  “Am I supposed to feel like I fell off a cliff?”

He smiled and nodded. “If you drink over 4 shots of tequila, you’re bound to feeling like shit the day after.” He raised the glass up. “But that’s why we have aspirins and great boyfriends.” 

I planted my elbows on each side of me, forcing myself to sit up.  The moment I lifted my head from my pillow, my whole body gave up, leaving me to topple back down. 

I could see Zayn trying not to laugh as he rested the glass of water on the dresser, and dropping two pills in my hand. He began to straighten out all of the pillows, and helping me to lean on them for support. 

After inquiring him about what kind of pills he was giving me, and him nearly shoving them down my throat with water, I was able to relax and slowly wait for the aspirins to finally work.  As I reached down to grab the comforter to accompany the sheets I was wrapped in, I slowly begin to realize that I was completely naked. 

I’m sure Zayn caught on to my slow movements as he took a hold to my arm.  “I wanted to wait until the aspirin kicked in.”

I saw his worried face as it had a hint of guilt in it.  Slowly my mind got its sense of catching on quickly.  “Oh no…” I Started.  “Did we…”

“No!” He stammered.  I could see the panic all in those Hazel eyes.  They were my only hope of seeing his true expression.  “Well, almost.”

If I could even remember the slightest thing that happened, I wouldn’t feel so worried.  This is definitely the last time I drink.

I listen closely as he fills me in on every detail about last night.  From the show, to the dancing, and all the way up to my little x-rated show that turned into an adult film.  Then it came down to the realization that we almost actually had sex. I stood there in awe as he tried to make the horrifying story something “not so bad”