HIGH

Chapter 46. Trust

The asshole didn’t even warn me. In fact he didn’t even bother waking me up. One minute I was buried under covers and the next I was being lifted out from my fort of sheets. I opened my eyes to find myself in the arms of a bare chested Zayn. He was rudely oblivious to my discomfort as he stomped us down the stairs.

“Morning.” He grumbled. “You can sleep in the car. We need to get home.”

I was going to ask if I could walk to the car myself but I figured it was best not to talk to him. Zayn was probably still upset with me. Plus I was tired and it was nice to have someone carry me. I was beginning to like how Zayn changed from saying ‘I’ to ‘we’ all the time. We were basically in everything together now.

I didn’t bother asking Zayn if he had grabbed my dress and heels. If he didn’t, I wouldn’t mind. I didn’t like the memories it now had nor did I even like it in the first place. Zayn’s dress shirt was surprisingly soft as well. On him it appeared to be crisp and ironed flat. Once it touched my skin I was pleasantly surprised to find comfort while wrapped in it. Before I had fallen asleep in it a second time, only three buttons had been fastened to close it. Now all the buttons were hooked in place creating a shell around my torso.

Being able to trust Zayn sleeping with me was either a good thing or a horrible reflection on me. I completely trusted Zayn when it came to me sleeping nearly naked- in his boxers I might add. Leaving out the fact that by morning we’d be tangled in one another, I trusted that he knew not to pull something while I was sleeping. As I said before, it’s either good or a very shitty judgment of character on my part. I had no reason not to trust him in this area. Violence, yes but not sleeping. He had a calming effect when I was falling asleep. And I secretly liked the way he held me so close. It was different than how he’d keep me close around company, it seemed like he actually wanted to hold me. I’d never experienced anything of the sort before. But it was weird Zayn was the first person I’d experience it with.

Zayn didn’t even bother saying good bye to Louis. He simply tipped his head to which Louis returned with the same nod. A girl was standing behind him staring at me like I had just killed someone. The horrified expression on her face made me uneasy.

“Ignore her. She thinks I did something to you.” Zayn informed me. His voice held a snippy tone of resentment when he talked about the brown haired girl.

In this case, I didn’t know whose side I was on. I didn’t even know if it was Zayn who had done something to me last night seeing as he’s decided to keep me from knowing. That was one of the many things Zayn did that pissed me off. As much as I trusted sleeping in the same bed as him, I couldn’t trust him for shit when it came to keeping me informed. He was so secretive about everything. It made no sense if you ask me. Not to mention that not knowing what happened to me last night was driving me insane. I think out of all people I deserve to know what happened.

Zayn sat me down in the passenger seat of the car. He reached over my lap to buckle me in safely. The tips of his messy hair brushed my face. His hands fumbled around with the buckle struggling to click it into place. I was growing uncomfortable with the close proximity of his head to my thigh. Finally, the buckle was securely placed. Zayn reached in back and grabbed a blanket. He spread out across my legs.

“All set?” Zayn asked me. He had one hand resting on the outer top of the car and his head was ducked down at my eye level.

“Yes, thank you.”

“We’re going straight back to my place. You can sleep along the way but we aren’t stopping. I’ll be making calls most of the way anyways.” Zayn said.

He closed the car door then went around to the driver’s side. In one swift movement, he slid into the seat. Before buckling himself in, Zayn opened the console between us and pulled out a black t-shirt. He pulled it on over his head. Unlike me, Zayn was dressed appropriately for public. He wore jeans and now the t-shirt while I was in his dress shirt and boxers.