Behind the Voice (a zayn malik fanfic)

chapter 16

Jade's POV

Last nights dinner was fun, but I wish Zayn could have come. I wonder if he had fun last night because I haven't heard from him yet. I hope he's okay and didn't get too drunk. Maybe I should text him.

To: Zayn<3

How was last night? Wanna come over today? xx

From: Jade

My phone vibrates instantly with his reply.

To: Jade

It was good and sure I'll be over in five minutes. xx

From: Zayn

A smile makes its way onto my face as I read his message. I quickly get off my bed and look into the mirror. I look like a mess.

I grab my hairbrush and brush my hair until it looks decent. I'm currently wearing yoga pants and a grey t-shirt. I tie my hair into a messy bun and stomp down the stairs.

"Zayn is coming over soon," I tell my mother as I see her unloading the dishwasher. She takes the forks and furrows her eyebrows in confusion.

"What?" I ask, referring to her sudden bewilderment.

"What the heck happened to this fork?" she asks, showing me the fork. One prong is totally bent backward, making the fork look like some sort of weapon.

"That's a bit odd," I laugh.

"Sure is. Oh, you were saying something about Zayn coming ov-" she is cut off by a knock at the door.

"Yea, that must be him," I say while opening the door to a smiling Zayn. He is wearing black jeans, a black shirt, and a jean jacket. I can't help myself but admire how amazing he looks without even trying.

"Hey," I smile and let him in. As soon as I close the door, he catches me off guard by wrapping his arms around me tightly and burying his face into the crook of my neck.

When he pulls away, a big smile covers his face.

"Someone's really happy," I chuckle.

"Only because I'm here with you," he says and my heart leaps. "And oh my god you are wearing grey again." He bites his lip.

Grey is such a boring colour. How could he possibly think I look great in it?

"Do you want to go upstairs?" I ask.

"Sure."

When we reach my room, he sits on my bed and leans his head against the headboard. His arms rest behind his head and I can't stop staring at him.

How did I get a guy like Zayn to be my boyfriend?

"Enjoying the view?" He laughs, snapping me out of my gaze. He obviously caught me staring at him.

I ignore his question and smile shyly.

"Come sit with me," he pleads. I nod. As I'm about a foot away from the bed, Zayn grabs my wrist and pulls me onto the bed and I am now sitting in-between his legs. He kisses the top of my head and starts to play with my hair.

"How was the club last night?" I ask as I look up at him. The colour starts to drain from his face and he looks as white as chalk.

"It...it was fine," he looks away from me.

"Are you okay?"

"What?"

"Your face is really pale and you are acting weird," I say, confusion is clear in my voice.