Never to be Seen

Chapter 13

I slowly opened my eyes and moved my arms, only to find my movements restricted by Zayn's arm slung around me. He was still asleep next to me and he was still shirtless.

I could barely breathe through my nose and my head continued to ache. I slowly sat up and gently moved Zayn's arm. He didn't move at all, he could sleep through anything.

I rose and walked over to the bathroom. I splashed my warm, flushed skin with cold water from the sink and dried my face. I opened each drawer looking for a toothbrush until I found one.

I brushed my teeth and found that it had made the ache in my throat ease a bit too. Turning on the water, I quickly undressed and got into the shower.

I let the water run through my hair and rinse out the shampoo and conditioner with it.

Grabbing a towel, I stepped out of the shower and quickly wrapped it around myself. It had gone from hot to freezing.

I reached for my sweater and yoga pants but I remembered that I had left them on the bed in case it got cold at night.

I opened the door and saw that Zayn had gotten up and he looked at me, clearly surprised to see me in a towel.

"Can you get my clothes, they're on the bed" he nodded and walked over to the bed.

He walked towards me and stopped right in front of me. My heart beat sped as he was so close.

He held the clothes out, staring directly into my eyes. I looked away, avoiding his powerful gaze.

I turned around to go back into the bathroom but he grabbed my hand and pulled me towards him gently, but firmly.

My breath was hitched in my throat as I looked up at him. I hadn't been expecting this contact, the serious look in his eyes told me he could see right through me.

He wrapped his arm around my towel- clad waist and leaned down toward me.

He was so close to me, I gingerly wrapped one arm around his shoulder to steady myself as he pressed his lips against my ear.

"You look better this way" his hot breath tickled my ear as I sucked in a sharp breath.

His mouth hovered over my ear, suspenseful of what he was going to do next. The spot where his lips had made contact with my skin felt as if it had been alight with a hot, burning sensation.

His teeth lightly grazed my earlobe as he gently bit it and let go. He let go of my waist and I hesitantly brought my hands away from him.

He stepped toward me again, causing my breath to hitch in my throat. Instead, he reached past me and picked up his shirt up from the bathroom floor.

He winked at me and then closed the bathroom door, leaving me alone to get dressed.

I spun around and quickly pulled on my clothes. I turned to the mirror and took in my reflection.

My face was more flushed than usual, no doubt from my contact with Zayn.

He had such an effect on me, it was something I didn't think anyone could ever hold over me.

It almost intimidated me, the serious look in his eyes, the way he was so much taller than me, the firm way he took ahold of me. The thought itself made my heart speed up.

My hair was still damp so I attempted to blow dry it as best as I could. The injuries on my arms were harder to work with than I thought.

Turning the blow drier off, I pulled up the sleeve of my now worn sweater. My cut was beginning to heal, which also meant it was beginning to stiffen- limiting my movements. I ran my fingers over the raised skin, flinching only slightly.