Zayn's Maid

Chapter 17

Zayn's P.O.V

She went on about how her and Jade tried to escape as kids and their stupid plans to be free. The staff at the POG catching them in the act and locking them in that tiny room she had been thrown in for chucking water over Sir Alan Sugar.

"Sounds fun," I said sarcastically.

She laughed softly and looked inside her Hollister bag, pulling out the white lace dress and bikini.

"When am I ever gonna wear these anyway?" she sighed.

"Maybe sooner than you think," I grinned, glugging the rest of my coke down and leaving the cash on the table.

She looked at me oddly, wanting an explanation.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"Party at our house tonight," I cheered.

Her eyes widened and she chewed her lip, she did that quite often I had noticed. Must be a nervous habit.

"Really?"

"Of course! We'll have a pool party," I said, her face showing her nerves, "come on it will be fun."

I draped my arm round her shoulder and laughed, her body going stiff. I wish she would just relax.

We drove home again and started getting organised, giving Perrie the job of inviting everyone. Within seconds we had at last fifty people coming, and that was just the beginning.

"We'll need food," she said, raking through the empty cupboards.

"And drink," I added, "right I'll get that if you work some magic in here?"

She nodded excitedly and I rushed off to pick up the carry out and food.

I didn't food shop often as I usually got takeaways or ate out, but I guessed now would be a good time to start. On the way there I ordered a dozen pizzas along with a couple of boxes of Indian food, meaning we didn't have to cook.

I quickly ran into the shop and picked up vodka, three cases of beer, some shots and mixers to keep ourselves satisfied for the night. A few paps had followed me but I ignored them and sprinted back out the door, somehow managing to carry all the drink in one go. I imagined what would be in the papers about me in the morning, chuckling to myself. The shit-stirring stories amused me.

"Zayn Malik the mortal alcoholic."

"Malik may go to rehab."

What a load of crap.

By the time I got back, Perrie had dolled herself up and re-curled her hair. She looked unbearably sexy in that lacy white dress.

"You do realise it's a pool party," I said, her eyelashes longer than ever.

"Obviously. But I want to look good," she cried.

I rolled my eyes and arranged the different bottles on the dining table, licking my lips and tempted to start drinking now.

The doorbell rang not long after, the boys strolling in a staring at Perrie.

"Wow Zayn, you did good!" Harry called from the hallway.

I peered round the kitchen doorway to see Perrie standing awkwardly as they looked her up and down, introducing themselves individually.

"Hey, I'm Niall," he said, offering Perrie his hand.

"Perrie," she said quietly, shaking it pathetically.

He grinned at her and joined me in the kitchen, the rest of the boys chatting away in the living room.

"So, where did you find her?" he asked,"she's pretty,"

"Um...in a club somewhere," I lied.

There was no way I could tell them, word would get out and I would never live it down.

He nodded his head and looked back at her, she seemed to he enjoying herself.

"Well done Zayn," Niall grinned, patting me on the back.

I forced a smile and gulped nervously, Perrie had to be kept a secret or it would be the end of me.