'Counting Stars'

Chapter 5

We were at the beginning of the movie after all of the previews. I took my hand and grabbed a handful of Doritos. Zayn snaked his arm around my shoulders pulling me closer to him. he placed a fluffy blue blanket over us. I was shoving the Doritos down my throat, taking a sip to make the chips go down my throat and stop sliding, slowly. I laid my head on Zayn's chest and he smiled down at me, I swear he has the most adorable smile I've ever seen.

"I'm sorry that you couldn't go to that party." I apologized, tracing circles on his chest. He tensed up a bit then relaxed his muscles.

"It's fine, I'd much rather be here with you." He grinned, taking a drink of his Snapple. I somewhat felt that he was lying, just to make me feel better.

"I'm not lying." he spoke, his eyes glued to the tv. He basically read my mind. I looked up at the side of Zayn's face. I want him to hold me, closer. I somewhat like him, I mean I don't really know him. I sorta know him. I know that he's a party jumper.

"What do you do on your free time?" I asked. The face expression he gave me, made me wanna take back my question.

"I like to draw." He said, checking out his nails. He doesn't really seem like the one to draw. These aren't the questions I wanna know about Zayn though. I wanna know his personality. I guess I do wanna know these questions too. I'm just gonna stop. About an hour passed and the movie was almost over.

"It's gettin' kinda late. You wanna stay over here, or go home?" Zayn asked, tracing circles on my arm. I giggled a little, slightly tickles.

"Do you want me to stay?" I asked, looking up at him. His face is so well put together. He smiled then looked back down at me.

"Yes." He smiled.

"Okay." I agreed, texting my dad that I'm staying at Leah's again. I know I'm grounded and all, but idgaf! i watched as Zayn stood up, causing my head to lay on the pillows.

"Are you coming?" he questioned, raising in eyebrow.

"Where?"

"To my room. Unless you wanna stay out here."

"I'm coming." I smiled. he held out his hand and I took it as we walked to his bedroom. I instantly noticed the graffiti on the walls and the very detailed drawings.

"I love your walls." I complimented. His walls were white, well you couldn't really see the walls though. His comfort is black with traces of red in it. Plain black dresser with a big tv on it. Nightstand with a lamp. Giant mirror.

"Thanks, feel free to get comfortable." He smiled motioning his hands to his bed. I laid back down on his bed. He walked in front of his bed and out his hands up.

"Watch this." He said, pulling out his phone. Usher started to play and Zayn continued to dance along. He thrusters a couple of times, which was the sexiest thing ever. I laughed at him. He stopped after a minute.

(THE VIDEO OF ZAYN DANCING TO USHER IS ON YOUTUBE- go check it out if you haven't seen it.)

"Do you want any clothes?" He asked.

"Yep." I replied, getting up. He threw a shirt at me and no pants.

"Something wrong?"

"Pants?"

"You don't need any pants, love." Zayn said. He started to pull down his black skinny jeans. He pulled up his shirt and threw it to the side. Holy shit. His body is so unf.

"I don't really need a shirt or pants." He smirked, jumping in his bed and throwing his blankets over him. I started to take off my shirt when I realized Zayn was watching me.

"Do you mind?" I asked, pulling my shirt back down. He put his hands over his eyes. I continued to undress. His shirt reached my mid thigh.