My American Girl (Sequel to My Bradford Bad Boy)

26: He is Back

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26: He is Back

Waking up because of the door bell isn't always the best way to wake up, especially when alcohol is still in your body. On the other hand, that was exactly how I woke up. I woke up with a ding, and a massive headache that almost made me fell down. I groaned to whoever's at the door. Before I reach it though, I surveyed the area first. The first thing I noticed were Eliz and Isa, both passed out on the floor. For a second, I was tempted to ignore the ringing and joined them, but I did not think it will stop. Next, there were bottles of beer everywhere. The whole place looks like a mess, so I walked towards the door with my fingers-crossed, hoping it wasn't the manager or anything. 

With my luck, I open the door to see no other than Zayn Malik himself. Suddenly, I was awake. I felt the alcohol leave my system as a new kind of energy replaced it. His wonderful eyes examine me also known as a mess right now. He, on the other hand, look like he just walked out of the runway. He wore a white button down shirt with black skinny jeans. He also wore a brown outer coat and a scarf. None of that matter though except the way that he was smiling. He was doing that smile with his tongue in between his teeth, and I almost, almost lost it right there.

My heart was beating fast. I forced my gaze to meet his. I gulped as I asked, "What are you doing here?" How did he even know where we were staying?

He shrugged and answered casually, "Goodmorning sunshine," as if nothing happened. He was now smiling widely like he won the lottery. What the hell?

"Uhm," I answered, unsurely. My heart still threatening to come out of my chest. 

"You look beautiful," he said. Just then, I think my heart gave up from the way his eyes were twinkling as it always does. I scoffed in my mind too, but I was too nervous to do so for real. 

I just looked at him confused. I didn't even realize we were face to face until I heard the girls mumbling. Then, reality hit me hard in the face. From everything that happened yesterday, how can he just walk to me and say those...stupid things? He slept with possibly half of those girls, he's just going to go to me like nothing happened? How can he think of me as so dense?

I gulped hard as I clench my fist. Then, another person took over me, and that was when I hit Zayn Malik in the face. He cursed under his breath, but I was nervous as hell to stay. I immediately retreated to our room, away from him, and I slammed the door in his face. I stood there for who knows how long, trying to decipher what did I just do. I blinked a couple of times to make sure I was not dreaming. At that moment, suddenly, I could feel the bruises coming to my knuckles, and I knew everything was real. It did hurt as hell due to his hard jaw, but nontheless, it also felt good.

The girls didn't take too long to wake up, and soon, they were demanding for coffee. I noticed we were all still wearing our outfits. In addition to that, our hair were a mess with huge eyebags. We literally look like hell. 

"I will get the coffee, but I am not cleaning up okay," I said. I was making the coffee when my mind flashed back to when Zayn enrolled to my college. The day after that party, when instead, of being so tired and hangover, he was the one who kept me awake. It feels exactly like that at this moment. The hangover was long forgotten, and all I can think of right now is that good old punch.

I handed the girls their cups of coffee as they asked how was I awake like this. "I uhm my uhm body must have some kind of immunization to hangover," I lied so smoothly.

Gosh, I was a terrible liar with the girls. Thankfully, they were too hangover to see that as Isa said, "I need that in my life". I chuckled at her response, nervously.