I wake up wrapped underneath the blanket and on top of Zayn's body.
I really need to either get a new bed or move somewhere else with a bigger one.
I check the time and kiss him swiftly on the cheek before I dart to the showers.
After I take a nice shower, I dry my hair surprisingly not waking Zayn up at all.
I do my regular makeup routine (eyeliner and mascara) before deciding on curling my hair. I heat the curling iron up and as I am waiting, I find myself mindlessly scrolling on my Laptop.
New Email from: UnknownI open it and read what the Email says.
Stay away from Zayn. If you thought you were 'in trouble' then, just wait until now Shaylen.
Okay that is sort of freaky. Not going to lie there.
I decide to shake off the eerie feeling I have and curl my hair. I spray some hairspray in my hair and wake Zayn up.
"Time to get up sleepy." I coo in his ear.
When he finally awakes he yawns and stretches out before even muttering a word.
"Can I sleep for like 10 more minutes?" He whimpers rolling over.
I groan and notice he threw his clothes all over the floor.
I look at his tattooed body and can't help but think about every inch of his burning skin.
I have always wanted a tattoo maybe I should get one.
There is a loud banging at my door and that can only mean that Sarah is probably here.
"Shaylen answer the door!" Zayn shouts covering his ears with a pillow.
I groan and instead of seeing Sarah, I see my angry mom fuming.
"What do you think you are doing, Shaylen?"
"What?" I ask.
"Why are you ignoring my phone calls?! I just wanted to see how you were doing and if you ever see Liam around campus. I am getting w-"
She is cut off as her eyes dart to Zayn's half naked body staring right back at her.
This is exactly what I need.
"Y-You!" She shouts as I try to shush her.
She needs to remember that this is University, not her house and some people actually sleep until noon.
"You are the reason my daughter has been acting up! I cannot believe you-"
"'Mom get out!" I yell as she basically seers her eyes into my head.
"You are acting like a whore, Shaylen! I mean dear God look what you are wearing!"
I am wearing a thigh-length white sweater, black tights, and a teal blue scarf. Oh yeah, I am such a whore.
"But-" I try to defend myself but she only fights back harder.
"I cannot believe I find this in your dorm! I didn't think you were that easy!"
Gee, thanks mom. You are so nice.
"Listen, I am only here because she says she sleeps better at night when I am with her." Zayn defends as my mother practically blows a gasket.
"I don't know why you even associate with my daughter! You have-"
"I love him, mom." I say before she wickedly laughs.
"Love? Oh please! Like you know anything about love! This is just some adolescent foolery! You are acting like a slut. Pretty soon, you two are going to live together!" She laughs and I feel myself blowing up.
I am about to literally full-on attack her when Zayn puts his hand on my shoulder.
"It's 8:16, Shay. We better go." He says as my mother looks defeated.
"Go where?"
"I have an internship now but you were too shallow to listen." I say grabbing my shoes and leaving my mom standing outside of my dorm baffled.
"You will regret this, Shaylen! Call me when you have decided to be reasonable!" My mother calls mocking me.
"I am not being unreasonable. If anything, you are. You haven't even heard my side of the story and you're making yourself bad by marching down here at 8 in the morning." I say calmly as she glares at the two of us.
She doesn't understand.
She even called me a whore. What kind of mom is she?
She has definitely changed, that is for sure.
"I'm sorry she said all of that stuff about you." I apologize as Zayn doesn't seem to be phased.
"I don't care. People say that kind of shit all of the time."
Sometimes I wish I could be as carefree as he is, but then I remember that I have responsibilities that I need to take care of.
"You shouldn't worry about what people think of us, Shay."
"She is my mother, Zayn."
"I know but she just shouldn't be treating you like that." He says backing out of the parking space.
He lays his hand on my thigh and I instantly feel better.
We get to Malik Inc. and I get quite a bit of stares from employees.
Zayn gives them all dirty looks which makes nearly all of the girls either cry or look down.
My internship title is to edit pictures and review articles that they have written.
I am not sure why they gave this title to a 20 year old but it is really none of my business.
After my work-day is over, Zayn comes to my office to pick me up.
"Have fun at your first day of work?" He jokes as I nod.
I was not really sure of how Zayn would react to me working here but so far he is doing a far better job than I gave him credit for in my head.
"Are you okay, Shaylen?" He asks as he drops me off at my dorm.
"I am fine, Zayn. I just didn't know how you would be when you picked me up."
"I was pleasant, wasn't I?"
"Yes, you were. Thank you." I smile.
"Can I sleep at your place, tonight?" He asks shoving his hands in his pockets.
"Yeah sure, why?"
"Because I don't really feel like driving back to the hall and it's already pretty late as it is."
"Sure." I say welcoming him in.
Now that I don't have a roommate, Zayn practically lives here as well as I live in his dorm room.
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