HIGH

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"Ava. Ava wake up." Zayn grumbled. I pulled the covers over my head hoping he'd get the hint to screw off. The sheets were immediately ripped off of my leaving me cold and feeling exposed.

"The hell? Go back to bed" I moaned.

"Ava." He said in a warning tone. I opened my eyes to see Zayn crouched down staring at me. I jumped a bit, not expecting him to be so close. He was in only his boxers with his hands resting lightly on the edge of the bed.

"Put on some pants." I groaned. He seemed to have this idea that it was okay to walk around with no clothes on. I was just happy he had actually thought enough to put on boxers.

"Yeah, well you didn't seem to have a problem with it last night now did you?"

I glared at him. He was still crouched by the edge of the bed watching me intently. He brought a hand up to his face and began rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. Zayn reminded me of a rabbit or something when he did that. He had terrible bed hair but it fit him. It looked good.

"I didn't have a choice." I muttered.

"I'm gonna get dressed then we'll go eat." He told me. He pretended not to hear my comment but he shot me a wink. No shit I didn't have a choice.

"I better not have to wake up this early tomorrow."

"Babe, I always get up this early. Need to be on time for work."

Work. What a funny thing to call being an active gang member.

The way he called me babe made my skin crawl. His morning voice made it worse, the British accent shining through. His morning voice was soft and raspy.

So apparently Zayn was in the mood to let me talk back. I didn't want to say anything else just in case he decided on flipping moods like usual. I felt like an absolute wreck. Like someone had repeatedly hit me with a car. I tried sitting up but the pain in my ribs forced me to lie back down. I could hear the shower running and Zayn's muffled hums while singing.

Last night had been awkward. Very very awkward. It was comforting knowing that Zayn was there but at the same time it disgusted me. I got into bed so easy with him, no complaints, no nothing. I was disappointed with myself. Zayn didn't seem to notice. According to him girls leapt at the opportunity to sleep in his bed. It amazed me how confident he was. He had so many physical qualities that made him attractive. But there was absolutely no desirable personality hidden somewhere, that was the turn off. And I had only figured that out after like three days.

Zayn appeared in the bathroom doorway with a towel wrapped around his waist. It hung low around his hips, threatening to fall off in seconds. His hair was damp and spiked in all sorts of directions. He had shaved as well which made him look fresh and now awake.

"You aren't coming with me today. You can stay home, if you promise you'll stay home."

I rolled my eyes. This wasn't home. And anyways I didn't really feel like doing anything today let alone trying to leave. Zayn didn't wait for my answer. He went back into the bathroom then soon returned dressed in black jeans and a white shirt that clung tightly to his frame. He walked right past me and out of the room.

I slowly made my way off the bed and down the stairs to the kitchen. Zayn was standing in front of the stove making eggs. I hoped onto one of the stools that over looked the stove, watching him stir the eggs to scrambled and messy. He looked up at me for a quick second then back to what he was doing. I rested my head on arms. My eyelids were slowly drooping lower and lower each time. All I wanted was one more hour of sleep.