Zayn's Maid

Chapter 22

Perrie's P.O.V

The hangover started wearing off slowly, the night before coming back to me.

I remembered dancing on the table with Niall, practically falling up the stairs and bursting into Zayn's room...

God that was disgusting.

But the memory that made me shiver inside was when I remembered what we had done last night, how safe I felt in his arms no matter how angry I was with him. I nearly fell into the wardrobe just thinking about it, my legs turning to jelly and my heart thumping inside me. I breathed heavily and pulled myself together, erasing the thought as much as possible.

Luckily Zayn had disappeared from the bathroom so I could wash away the night before and the stench of drink that came along with it.

Delightful.

I sighed as the warm water hit my skin, the heat calming me down and relaxing my tense muscles. No matter how hard I tried, every time I closed my eyes I saw us together, my chest tightening and leaving me breathless.

"What's got into you?" the voice in the back of my head sighed,"he's got you wrapped round his little finger."

My continuance was pretty harsh.

I brushed it off and slipped out of the shower, shivering in the sudden cold.

I dried my hair and pulled it into a messy ponytail, enjoying the rare opportunity of being alone.

There was a loud bang from down stairs and I jumped, pulling a pair of jeans and a jumper on before sprinting into the living room.

Zayn was bent over a large hoover in the middle of the room, scratching his head and clearly not knowing what he was doing.

"What are you doing?" I asked, looking at him sideways.

"What does it look like?" he puffed, yanking the plug out.

"It looks like you don't know what the hell your doing."

He frowned at me but he knew I was telling the truth. I rolled my eyes and snatched the nozzle off him, showing him how it's done.

"You go back... and forward again. And then you go-"

"You sure know how to make hoovering look sexy," he smirked.

I threw a roll of bin bags at him and laughed, finishing the rug and switching it off.

"Make yourself useful," I said, pointing towards the sea of red cups all over the floor.

He groaned and did as he was told, picking up sticky slices of pizza from the ground and someone's bikini bra.

"Not quite as nice as yours," he said, picking it up like it might bite him and dropping it into the bag.

I narrowed my eyebrows at him and hoovered up some kind of crumbs, screwing up my face.

It seemed to take hours to clean the living room, and we hadn't even started the outhouse yet. My back ached from bending over, the fireplace now shiny from my polishing.

I could feel Zayn's eyes on me as I picked the hoover up, breaking out in a sweat.

"Your such a pervert," I sighed, the weight pulling me down.

He took it off me and came a little to close for comfort, his lips touching my ear as he whispered.

"If I had my way you would be hoovering nude," he said cheekily, shoving the hoover in the cupboard.

"That can be arranged," I breathed, pulling him by the collar of his shirt and latching onto him, my lips burning from his touch.

He fell back into the wall, pulling my leg round his waist and biting my bottom lip.

I didn't know what got over me.

He laughed and broke the kiss, a little whimper of disappointment escaping from my mouth.

"You can do that in the outhouse," he said, leaving me standing awkwardly in the hallway.