"You're stuck on me and my laughing eyes. I can't pretend, though I try to hide; I like you. I like you."
The afternoon light seeped through the cracks of the blinds. It was 12pm and all was still in Denise's flat.
"Mmm..." Denise mumbled peacefully. She was still half asleep when she tried to turn over, but she found that she was stuck. “…huh?” she murmured drowsily. She opened her eyes and found that someone’s arms were wrapped tightly around her body, and not just ANYONE, but Zayn Malik. A naked Zayn Malik.
Crap.
‘Holy mother of god, what happened? What did we do? I don’t remember anything…Ugh, why do I have a headache…?’ Denise wasn’t sure whether or not she should wake Zayn up. He looked so peaceful. His lips were curled into a slight, satisfied smile, and his long eyelashes rested against his cheek. It took her a while, but she finally decided to nudge him until he awoke. Who knows when he’d wake up. That boy could sleep for days.
Denise poked Zayn’s cheek. “Zayn? Zayn, wake up.”
Zayn’s peaceful expression turned into a grimace.
“Zaynnn, wake up.” She repeated.
“Meh…”
Denise shook Zayn.
“5 more minutes…” grumbled Zayn. His hands released his grip on Denise to cover his ears.
“No, get up right now!” Denise demanded.
Zayn sighed, his eyes still closed, “Alright, alright, I’ll get up. Stop nagging me.”
‘Does he even know where he is?’
Zayn slowly opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was Denise. Everything came into perspective for him.
“Oh shit…” he muttered, his eyes now very wide.
“Oh shit indeed. What the hell did we do?!”
Zayn sat up and rubbed his eyes. “I think it’s pretty obvious…”
Denise sighed, “Well, I don’t remember anything…” She eyed Zayn’s abs, and sat up as well, pulling up the covers to make sure that every inch of her skin was covered. ‘Damn, he’s fit…’
Zayn noticed that she was staring, and he realized that he was nude. “Um, close your eyes for a sec.”
“Why?” Denise asked, confused.
“Just do it. I’ll tell you when to open them.”
“Okay…”
Zayn quickly got up off the bed and pulled on his chinos and his Guns and Roses t-shirt. “Alright, you can open them now.”
Denise opened her eyes and formed an ‘o’ with her mouth, comprehending what his intentions were. “Was I drinking?”
“Drinking is an understatement. You were full on chugging anything alcoholic that came your way.”
“Ugh, explains my massive headache…”
“Drink lots of water and take a hot shower, it helps.”
Denise nodded, “So what really happened? Do you remember?”
Zayn sat down on the edge of Denise’s bed. “It’s a long story, so we might be here a while…”
So he proceeded to tell her what had happened the night before. Denise gasped with horror and busied herself with her hair. (That was what she did when she was nervous or uncomfortable.) She was so ashamed of herself. After he was done, Denise groaned. “Ugh… this is so embarrassing…I am so, so, soo sorry Zayn.”
Zayn gave Denise a remorseful look, “It’s not entirely your fault…I was only buzzed, I could’ve stopped you.”
A panicked look appeared on Denise’s face. “Wait, we used protection right?”
“Yeah, I’m 100% positive.” Zayn confirmed.
Denise was instantly relieved. “Good, I don’t need any mini Zayn Maliks running around my flat…”
Zayn faked a gasp, “What is that supposed to mean?”
“Oh, nothing at all…” Denise giggled.
That was the one of Zayn’s favourite things about Denise. She was always optimistic, and she could bounce back after any difficult situation. She was never down in the dumps for too long. Denise was kind of like Louis in a way. Funny and childish. The only difference is that she’s extremely sarcastic, and a pretty rational person.
“Hey, where is everyone…?” Zayn wondered.
“Crap! I totally forgot about the girls! Turn around, I’m getting dressed to go down to the living room.”
“Why? There’s no point.”
“Well, you made me turn around!”
“Yeah, but that’s because you don’t remember anything from last night.”
“Well, I’m sober now, and even if you remember, I don’t want you to see my lady parts again.”
Zayn complied and turned around, but not before snickering. “Lady parts…”
Denise rolled her eyes but got dressed, putting on a red and white stripped t-shirt and gray sweatpants.
“Done.” She said, already making her way to the living room. Zayn followed after her. “No one’s here…” she stated.
“I wonder where the boys are?”
“Hmm…” Denise glanced at the table and spotted a note. “Oh hey, they left something.” She picked it up and started reading it.
“Thanks for inviting us over! We didn’t want to be here when you and Zayn woke up, but I hope you guys had fun! (; xx”
Denise blushed a deep red. “Oh god…”
“Hey, there’s a back side too.” Zayn pointed out, unfazed by what the girls had wrote.
Denise flipped the paper over.
“Hey Zayn, we didn’t want to bother you, so we left without you. Don’t forget about that interview we have tonight. Love, Liam.”
“Crap, I forgot about that…”
Denise smirked, “Well you better go over what you’re gonna say with the boys. Don’t wanna make a fool out of yourselves.”
“I don’t even talk during interviews, I always end up embarrassing myself when I do…”
Denise reached over and patted Zayn’s back, “Your fans are probably too distracted by your beauty to notice.”
Zayn gave Denise a cheeky grin, “Could be true, but I’d better get going, the boys are probably wondering where I am…”
Denise nodded, opening the door for Zayn. “Alright, see you later.”
Zayn put on his jacket and gave Denise an awkward hug. “Bye babe.” He replied, before heading out the door.
They both thought that everything would be okay after that. Too bad they didn’t know that a pap had captured Zayn leaving Denise’s house at 12pm, looking slightly disheveled. That’ll definitely be a headliner…
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