HIGH

Chapter 17 Six

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I want to get addicted to you****

The bed springs squeaked loudly in my ear signaling Zayn was awake. His strong arms unwrapped themselves from my waist. I pulled the covers over more towards me.

"I know you're awake." Zayn mumbled. His morning voice was so much nicer than his actual one, which was saying something because I loved the British accent.

"Let me sleep." I groaned.

"No you have to cook breakfast."

"With what? The house is completely empty of food." I kept my eyes closed.

"Find something." He snapped. "Just be up when I get out of the shower."

I nodded and yawned. Zayn's face softened as he walked around to the other side of the bed to get to the bathroom.

"Unless you'd rather join me." He added playfully. His eyes were gleaming and his crooked little smile was lit on his face. I could tell he was kidding. But even the fact that he was kidding confused me even more. I just didn't understand how someone could go from zero to one-eighty within a matter of seconds. Zayn did it perfectly. He had the technique mastered.

Must be bipolar.

Yeah, that's it.

I didn't answer him. I rolled back over and tucked the covers over my head. Zayn's smell overwhelmed me again. I gladly let it.

I could hear Zayn chuckling to himself on his way into the bathroom. The shower was turned on but I didn't hear the slam of the bathroom door. Deciding it was better not to look and see if the door did in fact close, I let my eyes fall shut again in attempt to gain back a bit more sleep that had been stolen over the past few days.

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"If this is what it looks like being awake then I'd hate to see you asleep." Zayn's stern voice jolts me out of unconsciousness. His comment took me a few moments to process- I think it meant he was mad about me not being awake when he got out of the shower. I peeled the covers away to find Zayn staring down at me. He has a towel around his waist with a red t-shirt on. It hugs his frame tightly, showing off the muscles I didn't realize he had. Little droplets of water caught my attention as they slid down his face from his hair.

Zayn shook his head a few times, spraying me with the cold flecks of water. I groaned and used the covers to dry myself off. Zayn's hair was still damp but even when it was wet it managed to look fluffy and soft.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer." He muttered.

"Shut up."

"Don't tell me to shut up." The playfulness Zayn had just had completely vanished. I had crossed the line. I was learning the boundaries pretty quickly though. Haven't been hit for a while.

Apparently people learn from mistakes. If you were ever like me as a kid you probably learned not to touch a hot stove even though it looks really cool. That was the same thing with Zayn. As things moved forward I was beginning to learn what to do and what not to do when I was around him. I wasn't supposed to raise my voice but I was allowed to be sarcastic to some degree. The rules were for the most part unspoken and I was left to figure them out on my own. His only other statement was the fact that I was his- bullshit.

"Get up now. I'm not kidding. You're probably hungry as well." He ripped off the towel exposing his boxers then quickly tugged on some black pants. Zayn pulled the covers off me.

"Hey! I was going!" I yelped. A faint smile crossed Zayn's face before he wordlessly left the room.

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