Winter’s POV
Oh gawd no. Zayn just saw me in a bra and underwear!! And is still looking at me, in a bra and underwear, I swished my hand in front of his eyes and he shook his head.
“Winnie?” He asked solemnly, still shocked. I looked down at my stomach. Perfect as it ever will be.
“It’s still me Zayn,” I told him, hugging him. Then forgetting I was practically naked, I grabbed a bath robe. He looked down, at his feet thankfully.
“I’m sorry,” He muttered, turning away and running out of the room. I sat down on my bed. Why did he come in here? Did he forget it was my BEDROOM?
“Winter,” Mum yelled down the hall. I put on some slippers, secured the belt around my waist and walked to her. She looked at me and I knew something was off.
“What is it?” I asked slowly, scared half to death.
“Zayn, he’s very upset. He’s in the backyard and he won’t talk to him mum. Do you know why?” She asked me, looking me in the eyes. I nodded slowly.
“He seen me in a bra and underwear,” I muttered and my mum’s eyes got big and round.
“How the fuck are you so careless Win?” My mum asked me, fuming.
“I’ll go talk to him.” I told her, walking to the back door. There he was, doing his ugly habit.
Smoking
“Zayn Jawaad Malik! Put the bloody cigarette down before I chop your balls off!” I threatened him, opening the doors. He looked up, shaking his head and putting the cigarette out.
“SCORE FOR WINNIE! Now give me one.” I screamed at him, putting my hand out. He looked at me curiously and handed it over.
I took stuck it in my mouth and lit it “Sup?”
“When did you start smoking?” He asked, eyeing the cigarette hanging out of my mouth. I then coughed and he started laughing.
“Like two minutes ago.” I cracked a smile and he laughed. Awkward over! “Do you want to go swimming some time?”
“Um, sure,” He answered and I knew we were back to awkward.
“We don’t have to, but I think it would be fun. Later on, okay?” I asked him, nodding my head.
“Sure, sure,” He said, pushing himself off of the wall he was leaning on.
“Zayn, it’s not any different than seeing me in a bikini.” I told him, sliding the door shut behind me.
“I’m very sorry Win; he shouldn’t have walked in on you.” Zayn’s mom apologized as I walked into the room. I waved her off and my mom looked warily at her. I slung myself on the couch and picked up my iPhone.
· Winter; we need to talk, Sam.
· Samantha; what’s up?
· Winter; Zayn,
· Samantha; He came back, yay Win!
· Winter; he seen me in my underwear and bra
· Samantha; So
· Winter; He flipped out!
· Samantha; It’s like seeing u in a bikini!
· Winter; Thank u
· Samantha; is he still hot?
· Winter; YES
· Samantha; xD
· Winter; Wanna come ovr?
· Samantha; Sure, when?
· Winter; Now?
· Samantha; C u soon!
Holy shit… I said to myself as Zayn came in. He ran his hands through his hair, making him seem even sexier.
“Stop staring, your eyes are going to make holes in his skin.” Mum laughed, walking up to me.
“Sam is coming over. She will be here soon, k?” I asked her and she nodded, walking off again. Soon the doorbell rang and I hurled myself to it.
“GOT IT,” Zayn shouted as I neared the door. Shit, what if he gets there before me?
“NO!” I shouted back, running faster. I ran straight into Zayn’s back, which made the blonde at the door lean over laughing. Zayn started laughing, his back shaking.
“Hey Win!” The blonde shouted and I smiled and wriggled my fingers. She wriggled hers back and Zayn looked at us weirdly.
“It’s a fun thing. Be happy, joke around. Don’t be so serious all of your life, Zainey-boo.” I smiled at Zayn, grabbing Samantha’s hand and pulling her to my room. She flopped onto my bed, a big grin on her face.
“You guys are SO meant to be!” She told me, emphasizing the “so”.
“What are you talking about Sam? Did you hurt yourself?” I asked, raising my eyebrows and looking her over for any bumps, bruises, scrapes, and breaks.
“You literally are that oblivious, aren’t you?” Sam asked me, looking me in the eyes. I nodded slightly and she frowned.
“Oh Win, you know he does. Just accept it honey. You guys are meant to be. No matter what everyone says,” Samantha told me, hugging me tightly.
No he doesn’t. Zayn doesn’t like me. He never will. I convinced myself, starting to cry.
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