He's No Good - Zayn Malik

Chapter 41: Jerk

Haha some of you guys have commented on the fact that I keep writing that they are drinking coke. Lol I don't even know why, I mean I hardly ever drink coke myself... Idk

(It's Jai in the picture I have attached)

I didn't have time to read it through so sry if some things doesn't make sense.. have to get up in 4 hours shiiit
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Zayn is already up when I wake up, and I can hear the clatter of kitchen equipment coming from the next room. 

Even though I know he has already seen everything, I decide to get dressed before leaving the room. We had both fallen asleep completely naked apparently.

I find Zayn cooking breakfast in the kitchen, wearing only a pair of navy blue boxers, with a half eaten piece of toast in his hand. His hair is a mess, and he removes a strand of hair falling into his eyes, as he notice me standing in the door frame spying on him.

- "Morning," he says in a deep morning voice, a lazy but cute smile taking form on his lips. "Slept well?".

I am extremely sore from last night, feeling a sting of pain every time I move my legs to take a step. It was quite the struggle to even get out of bed. 

Zayn looks quite pleased with himself though, holding a smug smile, as I clenches my teeth in pain, while walking to the bathroom to get ready before we eat.

I feel different this morning - with what happened last night. It's weird, but I feel more grown up when I look at my relection in the mirror, gathering my messy hair into a high pony tail. Sex hair. I think. Weird thought.

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I considered cancelling on my friends today, since I didn't quite fancy going into town, walking funny, in pouring rain. But when I checked my phone Harry had already left me a message, saying we would meet in the mall instead, so there wasn't really any excuse. 

I'm glad when Zayn volunteers to drive me there, saving me from walking or taking the bus. I am so getting my licence when I turn 18. 

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All three of them are there when I arrive - fortunately pain free - at our agreed meeting point behind the escalators. Tamara, Harry and Liam. 

We all greet each other by hugging, and Liam makes Harry show me his tattoo of the British ship, that he has apparently, according to Liam, been going around showing everybody with pride. Harry just blushes and rolls up his sleeve. I have already seen it in pictures, but it looks much more detailed in real life. It's quite beautiful really. 

Crazy to think about how much these last couple of months have really changed my opinion on tattoos. I think, as Harry's eyes lingers on me for a split second, rolling down the sleeve of his black long sleeved T-shirt again.
- "You got home just yesterday right?" he asks. 

I nod
- "Yes.. why?" 

He and Liam both chuckles, making his two dimples show.
- "Looks like somebody sure missed you,"