Good Girls Love Bad Boys (Zayn Malik)

Chapter 26

"Close your eyes" I turned to him.

"No way !" He said with an evil smile.

"Zayn" I warned him.

"Doll"

"How many times have I told you not call me doll ?"

"If you change clothes in front of me that word will never ever leave my mouth again" Liar. I sighed in defeat and undid the bow in my pijama shorts. He looked at me with his pink lips between his white teeth as I tried to remove the shorts as fast as possible. I took them off and started putting the skinny jeans on.

"Ready" He said rather admiring my butt as he walked down the stairs and in his car.

"Turn up the heat, I'm freezing" I said rubbing my arms for a little bit of heat. He turned it up and started driving.

"We're here"

"I hate Mc Donald's"

"Valerie !" I smiled. "Okay whatever I'll get you apple juice" he said going out of the car and leaving me alone, in the pitch black darkness of the night. I blushed a little when he said the thing about the apple juice. He knows me so much already. He came back literally five seconds later, with a huge bag and two beverages in his hands.

"You really bought me apple juice ?"

"Yeah, try it" I sipped out of the plastic straw and tasted the sweet taste of apple juice.

"It's good" I said and continued sipping on my apple juice like the baby I am. He drove to the mansion,  which reminded me of Niall's knee.

"How's Niall ?"

"He's okay, I guess"

"I will ask him" I got out of the car with my apple juice and purse in hand. He opened the door with his key and let me in. The guys were on the living room, each one on their phones and Liam on his iPad. Typical.

"Hey guys"

"Hey Val" They said in unision.

"How's your leg Niall ?"

"The doctor said I needed surgery but, nah" I stopped dead in my tracks.

"What do you mean nah ? You have to do it"

"Whatever" Zayn dragged me out of the door to the kitchen.

"He has to do it" I argued.

"I told him but bitch won't listen" He took a bite of his huge burger, which he finished incredibly fast as I sipped on my apple juice.

"Want to go watch tv or something ?"

"Yeah, but I choose what we watch" I am not watching one of those weird shows again.
We went up the perfectly clean stairs and into Zayn's room, which was equally as clean.

I sat in the right side of the bed while Zayn walked to the other side. I took off my shoes and turned the gigantic TV on. There were all types of stupid shows going on, so I chose That 70's Show. After a while of watching one of the best shows ever created, I checked my phone to see the time.

"Zayn it's late"

"It's only twelve thirty"

"Yes, late"

"You need a ride ?"

"Yes, I need a ride" I sat up and put my shoes on. Zayn did the same and stood in from of the mirror, fixing his perfect hair.

"Thanks for dinner, boyfriend" I said placing my arms in the back of his head, his left hand on my waist.

"It was apple juice, not dinner"