HIGH

Chapter 32- Pizza

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It was hard to relax in the lukewarm water with Zayn yelling into his phone. The hotel walls were paper thin, not even the layer of tile could provide a somewhat sound proof barrier. In a way it was comforting to know he was there. After this morning's event I was glad Zayn was with me. There was doubt in my mind that if I was home alone at the time I easily would've been dead in seconds. That's a scary thought. The fact that Zayn was a comfort and the possibility that I could be dead right now.

All this gang stuff scared me. There were so many dynamics within Zayn's own gang that there was no use in trying to find anything out else about the surrounding gangs. It appeared pretty clear to me that both Liam and Zayn didn't have a strong liking for Alec. However, with Zayn being the actor that he is, Alec hasn't got a clue.

Other than that I know absolutely nothing. Perhaps it's better that way. I probably wouldn't be able to understand any of it. It would be interesting to know how Zayn sees it.

In my opinion, out of all of them Zayn would do a better job if he were in charge. Every time he comes home he's always in such a bad mood. I hear him mumbling under his breath about a mistake someone made and I always hear his angry early morning phone calls. I never know what they're about but I do know what Zayn sounds like when he's upset. Then when he walls back into the room he's always so grouchy. It's like a never ending bad for him.

"Are you almost done in there? I need to piss." Zayn's fist rapped on the door impatiently. The loud noise scared me for a second. I bit back a rude response.

"Yeah one second." I replied softly. I flicked the drain up letting the water empty itself. Lifting myself out of the tub, I pulled a towel off the rack and wrapped it around my body. Goosebumps prickled along my skin after being exposed to the cold air.

"You can come in I just need to get my clothes." I said as I unlocked the door. Zayn immediately stepped into the bathroom. I was a little taken a back when he appeared in front of me in just boxers. I completely forgot his clothes had been soaked as well.

"Leave them here so they can dry." Zayn said nonchalantly. I didn't set the clothes back down. I looked at Zayn in confusion. I wanted to put the clothes back on regardless of whether or not they were wet. I didn't want to be just in a towel with Zayn so close to me.

"Just leave them here to dry. Nothing's gonna happen." He growled. His whole body tensed like it normally does when he gets defensive.

"Really its fine, I don't care if they're a little wet." I said hurriedly. I made a quick attempt to run past Zayn back out into the bedroom but his hand managed to hook my elbow. I screamed a bit in surprise. Zayn's eyebrows raised and his grip slightly loosened.

"Okay okay! Let me hang them back up!"

His hand was cold on my skin. His touch was painful. I ripped my arm away and scurried back over to the towel rack to hang the clothes up. Zayn just stood there watching me. My hands fumbled with the fabric of his boxers I had previously been wearing. I started putting the clothes up next to his own wet clothes. My cheeks were burning red in embarrassment. Zayn was standing there motionless. He hadn't moved once except to grab me. I was going so slow it was amazing he wasn't yelling. It was hard hanging the clothes with one hand. I had to use the other to hold the towel up over myself. I draped the socks up last then stood up.

"Sorry."

Zayn nodded and let me walk back into the bedroom. The door closed gently behind me. I walked over to the bed and threw back the sheets. Zayn's shoes were placed neatly by the entrance. His jacket was hung up on the doorknob. A magazine was lying on the foot of the bed. It was a national geographic magazine. I picked it up and looked at the page Zayn had left off on. It was opened to an article explaining lions and how they live in prides. Big bad gang member Zayn likes to read about lions in his spare time. I put the book back down and crawled under the bed sheets. The mattress creaked beneath me and it felt hard against my back. The pillow was somewhat comfortable. The sheets smelled of lemons. I buried myself beneath the covers and kept my eyes glued on the blank TV in the corner of the room. I wasn't even going to bother trying to turn it on, in crappy hotels like this the TV usually never works.