Zayn's Maid

Chapter 13

Perrie's P.O.V

I changed into a pair of skinny jeans and a red cami, thinking I should maybe make an effort if we were going shopping. He made me feel like he was paying for having sex with me which made me feel uncomfortable and slutty, which just wasn't me! But he embarrassed me by practically taking the piss out of my underwear, it's not my fault we weren't given skimpy thongs or lace corsets. We only had two sets of matching black or white bras and ordinary pants, nothing fancy. I imagine the other girls he had been with had pretty elaborate underwear with thigh highs and at least one tattoo somewhere on their body. I sighed and curled my hair with the curling wand Zayn had clearly thought belonged to me at the POG, he thought wrong. I didn't really own anything.

He was waiting at the front door for me (now wearing a shirt) and looking me up and down.

"Finally," he moaned, throwing the door open and jogging to the car.

I rolled my eyes and followed, the large amount of cash stuffed safely in my pocket.

We hopped in the four-by-four, Zayn turning the radio up full blast and hurting my ears.

"Zayn!" I screamed over the music, "could you turn it down?!"

"Turn it up? Okay," he said sarcastically, turning it up even louder.

I clamped my hands over my ears and tried to turn it down, but he caught my hand and placed it on his thigh, smirking at me.

"God I'm gonna be deaf by the time we get there!"

He laughed and started singing along to "Counting Stars," his voice surprisingly pleasant to listen to.

I watched as he blushed when one of his band's songs started playing, his hand aiming to turn it off.

"This is...embarrassing," he said, switching the radio off completely.

"No," I snapped, turning it back on,

"I want to hear you sing."

He looked smugly at me and didn't argue, humming along to "Best song Ever."

"So your a fan?" he asked," you don't look like the rock-come-boyband type."

I rolled my eyes and turned it down, relieving myself.

"I'm not, you just sound so different," I said, looking at his pierced eyebrow and laughing to myself," you don't seem like the romantic type."

"I can be romantic when I want to be," he said, winking at me.

"I always thought you were the horny twenty year old who couldn't control himself around anything of the opposite sex."

He made a disgusted face and laughed at me, squeezing my thigh for a second.

"Yeah and I would totally shag a cow or a female shark," he laughed, painting disturbing images in my mind.

"That's just disgusting," I groaned, pushing the thoughts aside.

He pulled up outside a large shopping centre, but they weren't just ordinary shops like New Look or River Island. Big labels like Hollister and Abercrombie & Fitch stood out to me, my jaw dropping.

"Zayn...your spoiling me."