Bullied or Loved. (Zayn Malik)

/Chapter Fourty-One\

Kayla's POV:

"Kayla? Kayla? Are you hungover? Seriously!?" I heard a familiar voice say as I see nothing but darkness. My eyes must me closed. I shot open my eyes as the focused. Damn, I am hungover.

My eyes meet the ceiling of the kitchen. What the hell.

I boost myself up and see Robin hovering over me. I have noticed I was laying down on the kitchen island.

"What time is it?" I say. Ouch, my throat hurts. I rub my eyes and blink a few times to see if my eyes turn clear again.

"It's 6:00am. I can't believe you passed out in the middle of the party! I was going to try to help you get a guy to fuck!" She said like a little child.

I wince as she said 'get a guy to fuck'. Wait...so i dreamt the whole damn thing?! I dreamt that Zayn made out with me in a closet? I dreamt that Zayn confessed he's love for me? I've dreamt that aunt has gotten in a car accident? I've dreamt that my...dad walked into the hospital room? No...no..no...no!

I jump off the counter landing my bare foot in a red cup. Gross.

"When did I pass out?" I asked nervously.

"30 minutes into the party." She said with a straight face.

Ugh, anything could of happened! I have to find out if it was a dream or not. (AN: or naaahh!)

I look around the house. It's such a mess, that's why you don't throw parties like this. I lump upstairs with a heel on one foot and a red cup in the other. Half of my hair is frizzy and my mascara runs down my cheek as res lipstick is smudged on my face. Perfect. Magnificent.

I jiggle the handle to the bathroom and it happens to be locked. Gosh, we need more bathrooms.

I knock on the door several times, "can you please hurry up?"

"Yea just a minute." Derek says from the other side of the wooden door.

He opens the door as steam comes out. A white towel hangs off he's waist revealing he's v-line and he's toned 6 pack. He's pink lips form a smile when he sees my appearance.

Red as a tomato my face goes, I look like a hobo! He leans against the door frame.

"Someone had fun last night." He says with a grin.

"Ha-HA-ha very funny." I say and walk past him into the fogged up bathroom.

I clean and pamper myself. Sigh, I have to find out if Zayn actually kissed me or not. The suspense is killing me.

I wear some grey sweats and a white sweat shirt as I dry my hair with a towel. I was walking to my room when someone snatched me in their room.

Zayn.

"We need to talk."

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