I woke up with a blanket low on my hips, my drop dead gorgeous boyfriend under me and fast asleep.
I smiled, brushing my fingers through his hair... He needed boxers before his mum woke up
I got off him and rushed to our clothes strewn on the kitchen floor. I folded them neatly, slipping Zayn's boxers up his thick and beautiful legs. He didn't even stir.
I pulled on my own boxers, cuddling up with him again. He rolled and I fell off the top of him.
I gasped when he rolled half onto me, cuddling me like a toy.
He smiled, nuzzling my face before hiding his head under mine... Aw, that's so cute of him.
I blushed a little bit but then shut my eyes, cuddling him back.
He was like the big bear, and I was like the little bear. Except Zayn wasn't a bear, he was perfection, he was the angel that fell from heaven... I loved him.
"Get up" his mum said coldly
I turned my head and she was tapping her foot with folded arms, a scowl on her face
"Hi" I smiled
"Get your ass up" she spat
I whimpered, turning back round and cuddling back into Zayn... I'm not listening to a bitch
"Did you not hear me?"
I grumbled, holding Zayn tighter and smiling as his fingers wound with mine. He's so cute when he sleeps
"I said get out!" She screeched
I screamed as she pulled me off the couch
"Let go of me!" I shouted, squealing as my fingers were twisted with my arm and wrist "let go!"
Zayn shot awake, jumping straight to me and pulling me away from his bitch of a mother, hugging me tight
"Hey, hey... Sh" he hushed me "I'm here, I'm awake"
I cried into his chest, scared of the woman that had just abused me for cuddling up to my boyfriend... What is wrong with her?
"She hurt me" I whimpered "she hurt me Zayn"
"Where?" He asked quickly "Niall, where did she hurt you
I mewed, cradling my arm
"Baby... What?" He asked
"Sh-she twisted it" I hiccuped
His gaze hardened and he looked past me at her
"You hurt him" he snarled
"No I did not"
"He does not lie" Zayn said "he does not know how to, which means you assaulted him!"
She glared at me and I shrunk, wanting to just run away... She hates me, I know she does.
"But-"
"Get out" Zayn cut her off "just go back to Bradford"
"But-"
"You've overstayed your welcome" Zayn folded his arms
I hid behind Zayn, not daring to involve myself in this mother and son quarrel
"But-"
"Trisha, get out" Zayn used her first name
Her angry look just vanished, hurt replacing it instead. Good, the bitch can have a cry.
"Zaynie... My baby-"
"No Trisha, get out" Zayn growled, pulling me to him "you being angry for me being gay is one thing, but twisting Niall's arm? That's unforgivable"
