Vulnerable (Zayn Malik AU)

Chapter 30

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Daisy's POV

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"Wake up, sunshine! The earth says hello!"

I reached over, throwing Zayns pillow over my head.

"Babe c'mon. Please get up. We've got a big day ahead of us." A hand squeezed my hip, and as if the accent alone wasn't enough, I knew who my intruder was. "Babe." The pillow was removed from my head, making me groan.

"What. What is so important that I'm being attacked at," I checked my clock, "seven in the morning?!"

"You'll see, baby." He winked. "Now let's get a move on. We have places to go, people to see."

"You're being weird..." I slowly sat up on my bed.

"What some people consider to be weird, I consider motivating." He leaned down, pressing his lips to the corner of my mouth. "Are you hungry?" He spoke against my skin.

"Mhmm."

"Then we'll stop for breakfast. Pack a bag. Don't forget toiletries."

"Are we staying somewhere..."

"You ask too many questions." He walked over to my dresser and began to pull things out of the drawers.

"What are you-"

"Hand me a bag, please." He smiled, and I complied. Although I didn't understand what he was doing, I was positively intrigued. "Definitely these." He laughed as he threw a couple pairs of my superhero underwear into my small suitcase. "Why have you never worn this..." He pulled a red lace bra out of the back of my drawer. A bra my mother got me for my birthday a few years back, as if I had the boobs to fill it.

"I can pack for myself, thank you." I tore the bra from his hands and bumped him out of my way. He found his way to my closet and began to throw random items of clothing into my bag. "What are you doing?!"

"Packing for you. Considering the weather, what you look good in, and how comfortable you'll be." He smiled.

"What I look good in?" I turned to the suitcase and saw three different pairs of yoga pants. "Where exactly are we going...how long are we gonna be gone?"

"When's Thanksgiving?"

"Thursday."

"We'll be back Friday."

"Oh, no you don't. We're going to that dinner on Thursday whether you like it or not." I began to unpack some of the clothes he'd grabbed.

"Fine." He grumbled. "But you should still bring all of those pants. I know how you girls like to have back-up options and whatnot."

"If I knew where we were going, then I could pack accordingly." I pressed.

"Then I guess you'll have to prepare for all weather conditions, won't you." I wanted to smack the smirk off of his face.

Zayn always knew how to press my buttons. One thing I absolutely hated was surprises, and not knowing what was ahead. I had to plan for everything, and he was ruining my habits.

I finished packing my bag, throwing in way too many t-shirts, unnecessarily fluffy socks, and a dress. Once it was stuffed beyond repair, I went to my bathroom and filled a small tote bag with just the necessities.

"All ready?" Zayn asked when I returned to my room.

"I hope...I'm not sure. I think I'm still asleep and this is just some weird dream."