Inked

Friendly Sleepover

Chapter 5:

I wake up unhappily to a lonely bed and a memory of a sad pathetic excuse for an afternoon from yesterday. I spent the rest of the night scrolling through tumblr, reading smut, and spending some time alone. On the side table next to my bed is a empty tube of cookie dough and my laptop is pushed down by my feet, it's warmth hugging my toes.

Slowly and groggily I sit up... Looking around the room with my tissues scattered around the floor... Ewe... My arm is sore and I can't even count the times I jerked off yesterday. This is pathetic. I'm pathetic. And I'm too lazy to get out of bed. So I collapse my arms and stay in bed for a few more hours. Sleeping, waking up scrolling through tumblr... Falling asleep again. Until I have to get up because I'm hungry and I don't have food in my room.

I consider yelling for El to bring me some food, but it's 4:30 so I should get out of bed, and I don't think anyone should have to see the mess that my bedroom is right now. I don't even know how it escalated this quickly... But until I have a chance to clean nobody should be in my room... In fact, I should avoid everyone entirely... I'm a mess...

Creeping out of bed in hopes of avoiding being spotted while taking my little walk of shame, I use ninja skills to navigate to the kitchen in search of food. In the fridge I find a pitcher of Kool-aid and continue my search for food. Rummaging through the highest shelves of the cabinets in my boxers, I hear a cat-whistle from behind me. I flip my body around to see the intruder. When I turn my hand releases the pitcher which drenches the masculine figure in front of me from head to toe.

"Oh my-"

"Well, you know how to make an entrance don't you?" The familiar Bradford accent chuckles, wiping his eyes. His hair is dripping but the product lingers in, attempting to defy the water tugging it down.

"Zayn! I-I-what are you doing here? how did you get in?"

"Well," Zayn steps closer and I take a step back without thinking, he frowns, "Eleanor let me in, and I came to check on you. You haven't been answering my calls or texts... I was worried about you."

Zayn was worried about me? Zayn was worried about me! And now he's in my kitchen, while I'm in my boxers, after I spent all night wanking to him. I suddenly become way too self-conscious and grab a nearby box of Cheerios to cover up.

"Wow, um, thank you, I'm alright, just gonna take it easy for a bit." I nod. "You should, too, you look a bit red." I laugh, referencing the cherry drink all over him.

"Well, do you need anything?" Zayn asks.

"No, I'm alright..." I say quietly, "hey, um is Eleanor here?"

"No, she left but told me I could wait for you to wake up... Do you want me to leave?" He asks, looking almost hurt.

"No!" I nearly shout, earning a strange looks from Zayn, "I mean, no, it's cool... if you want to shower, I can um..." My eyes rake his body where his shirt clings to his chest, "You're clothes...I'll ... I can wash them and you can just, and I'll clean this mess up." I spit out looking down.

"Yeah, I think I'll do that." He nods, walking down the hall in search for the bathroom.

"First door." I offer and he nods, turning into the room. I follow him into the bathroom to collect his clothes, assuming he'd get in the shower and hand me his clothes but nope. "Oh, um sorry." I blush looking away from his completely naked body over a puddle of his clothes on the floor.

"Are you embarrassed, Liam?" He asks with a smirk, his hands on his hips. "Cause I mean, if anything I should be, but I'm not, so you shouldn't be either." He points out.