Drag Me Down (h.s.) EDITING

Best Week Ever

It was nearing time for me to go home already. I wanted time to slow down so bad. I had spent a little more time with Harry and taken time to hang around with all the other boys. Tonight was the night El, Lilah, and myself would be going out. I had thrown out a million and one things to wear. I stood in my panties and bra while looking at the mess I had made. A loud knock sounded on my door followed by Zayn.

"WHOA! You could have told me all your lady parts were out and about!" Zayn exclaimed as he tripped and fell against the wall as he turned around. I rolled my eyes even though he couldn't see me. I grabbed the nearest over sized t shirt I had and pulled it over my head. Coincidentally it was one of his old ones I had taken hostage a couple days before.

"I'm covered now you pansy ass." I said as I plopped myself down on the bed and crossed my legs. I was still staring around at my mess when Zayn finally turned himself around. He had his hands over his eyes and peeked through his fingers before removing them. I rolled my eyes again.

"What the bloody hell have you done to my guest bedroom?" He asked as his eyes doubled in size when he got a good look at the tornado around me. I smiled.

"You have like ten others. Calm down." I said as I got up and began rummaging around in my things. I was honestly just making things worse.

"Why have you made such a mess?" he questioned as he picked his way around all the clothes on the floor to take a seat on the bed.

"I have nothing to wear!" I huffed loudly and put my hands on my hips. I watched as he rolled his eyes at me and fell back onto the bed.

"Take a look at that black dress bag in the closet."

I looked at him laid out on the bed. I was sure I hadn't heard him right. I stepped over my cyclone of belongings and opened the massive closet to find a lone dress bag. I carefully unzipped the bag and was completely speechless. The dress that lay inside was stunning. It was dark green, almost black, strapless with a sweetheart bodice. The very top was bejeweled with rhinestones and the skirt was a light chiffon material that would float right above my knees. I held it in my arms like it was the most precious thing I had ever seen. I stepped out of the closet with my mouth hanging open.

"What the hell is this?" I questioned as soon as I could find my words again. Zayn sat up slowly wearing a very guarded expression. He rubbed the back of his neck like he was uncomfortable. I raised an eyebrow expectantly.

"It's, uh, a little something someone bought. I thought you'd to have it." he mumbled as he looked away from me. I carefully sat the dress on the dresser beside me so I could move closer to Zayn. I stepped up close to him where he sat on the bed and crossed my arms over my chest. I know I'm only 5'2 but I tried to be as menacing as possible. I wanted to know where the dress had come from. My exact size. The exact shade of green to bring out my red hair and fair skin. There was no way he cared enough to buy something so thoughtful. Zayn was most thought about himself and sometimes Perrie.

"Okay, okay. I'll tell you if you just back up." he said as he scooted back away from me on the bed. I took a step back.

"Spill it."

"It... It was Harry. He bought it while we were on tour the summer the two of you had that stupid fallout. He wanted you to wear it to the premiere, for you to go with him. After you had the fight, and didn't even show up for Niall, he didn't want it anymore. He said it was a haunting reminder of a terrible time in his life.." Zayn spoke softly and slowly to let the words sink in. Well, Zayn was thoughtful after all. He had kept it all this time for me. I tackled him on the bed and hugged him. After a few seconds he pushed me off.

"Don't go all weird and sentimental on me now." he said eyeing me closely. I could see a smile threatening to surface. Even if he had kept it I couldn't believe Harry had bought it. Specifically for me.