Different Sides Of Us (Sequel to Hired For Malik)

Chapter Nineteen

Lindsay's Point Of View

Flutterling my eyes open, a pain struck my head and I groaned. My hands grasped around the bed sheets as I stuffed my head in the pillow, blocking out the light that shone through my windows. My head began pounding, and I hollered for Nancy as loud as I could.

I heard my bedroom door opened and I sighed in satisfaction. Propping my body up with my elbows, my eyes widened at the sight that walked into my room. Zayn, dressed in sweats and a plain tee, walked in like nothing was happening.

My mind soon wandered to what I looked like to him, and I hid my face under the covers. My hair was surely a mess, and I could feel the bags that laid under my eye lids,"What are you doing here?" I managed to say above the covers. The opposite side of my bed sunk, which meant he had made himself comfortable.

"Lindsay, I have some medicine and water for you. I'm sure you have a head ache by now." At the mention of the ache, my head started pounding again and I threw the comforter off of me. The cold air rushed to my body as I no longer had a layer of warmth that surrounded me. Taking the pill and water from Zayn's hands, I swallowed and rested my head down on the pillow.

"You didn't answer my question," I spoke as Zayn made his way towards my door to exit. And he still didn't answer. Because he gave me a small smile before leaving my room completely. Carefully getting myself up, I walked over to my closet and threw one of my robes over my body. I had noticed that I was still dressed in yesterday's attire.

Peaking my head out of the door, I looked down the hallway and saw no one in sight. Stepping out, I made my way towards a wonderful smell that was surely coming towards the kitchen. Nancy must be up already.

Not taking any notice of who was cooking, I sat on a stool seated close to the island where bowls of fruit laid. Picking a few grapes, I plucked them into my mouth and looked at the stranger. Sure enough, it wasn't exactly Nancy.

"Zayn, I asked what are you doing here?"

His shoulders lifted up in a shrug, before he turned around with a pan in his hands. He plopped three pancakes on the plate that was waiting for the food. And soon he buttered it, and toppled it with sticky amounts of syrup.

"Eat up." He said, the tone in his voice delighted.

Irritation washed over me while he continued to ignore my question, but the plate in front of me was too tempting. Holding the fork in my small fingers, I ate a small piece of the delicious substance.

"Do you want any orange juice or milk?"

Setting the fork down, I rubbed my temples with my fingers,"Zayn, answer me now or I will get security to escort you out." He began to pour orange juice into two clear glasses. Setting one in front of me, I waited for him to respond. I was only one call away from him being thrown out of my apartment.

"I brought you here after last night's dinner. You were sort of drunk, and I was the only one willing to bring you back here. I had to make sure you were okay, is all." There seemed like there was something else, something else that he wasn't telling me.

"So you stayed the night?"

He nodded his head while gulping down his glass of juice he had poured. He set it down, and his fingers began to trace the rim of the small glass.

"What else are you not telling me? I know there is more." His body walked back and forth in front of me, my eyes trailing after him.

"I left after I knew that you were alright," His voice continued. "And decided to head back to my hotel. Paparazzi and fans were everywhere, yelling and asking if I was cheating on Perrie." Her name alone sent chills up my arms. Guilt washed over me as he mentioned paparazzi. I knew how much he hated them. How he never had privacy of his own.