He's No Good - Zayn Malik

Chapter 52: Twilight

Sorry it took me so long but I got sick the day after I got home from my school trip, so I haven't been able to write :/

And sorry for this extremely short chapter, but I just wanted to give you just a short one before I go to my cousins' place. (until Saturday, so I'll update Saturday or Sunday!)

Again I'm so sorry, I wanted this chapter to be much longer but I would need more time :'(
And sorry I didn't have time to re-read and all that so there might be typos and really bad grammar hah


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For lunch I fix Zayn, Lucas and myself each a surprisingly good sandwich, basically containing whatever was left in the fridge.


We eat in my room, leaving Lucas downstairs in front of the TV, where he spends most of his sparetime lately anyway - playing Play Station, or Xbox or something like that.


I think Zayn appreciates when I don't ask futher into the clash between him and the older pusher last year. It must be a heavy thought to carry around - that, self-defense or not, he is the reason another person isn't alive anymore. 


Zayn is on his laptop again, trying to finish his English paper while I decide I'd better catch up on the 3 latest episodes of The Vampire Diaries that I haven't had time to watch yet. 
Everything not to do my maths assignment I guess.


I'm almost halfway through an episode when Zayn closes his laptop again, and places it next to him, before lying down and grabbing his phone. To be honest I had almost forgotten he was even here.


- "Are you done?" I ask, glancing at him.


- "Mhm," he mumbles, hastily typing on his phone with his thumbs, as I let my eyes linger on his handsome face, taking in his full bottom lip that is tucked in between his teeth in concentration, the sexy dark stubble across his jawline, his messy yet somehow perfect hairdo and his dark eyelashes that cast shadows on his cheeks.
"Or no not entirely, but almost done," he says, and drops his arm and his phone on the bed with a sigh, having me tear away my gaze and get back to my TV show.

Out of the corner of my eye I see him put his hand behind his head and glance at my screen for a second before looking up to restlessly study the ceiling.


He suppresses a yawn.

- "I'm bored. Wanna fuck?" he says suddenly, his voice lazy.
Ehm..


I avert my glance from my laptop screen and give him a weird look aimed at his sudden straightforwardness and his blunt choice of words, before shaking my head and turning my attention back to my screen, trying to hide the smile creeping up on my face.


Just putting it out there, hm? How very charming.


He chuckles at my reaction, and props himself up on his elbows.
- "I'll take that as a no then," he laughs and apparently accepts the no. "What are you watching anyway," 


He leans in to get a better view of my screen, and my stomach flutters slightly as I am hit by the familiar scent of him.


- "Vampires," he shoots me a frown "Are you serious?" 


I roll my eyes and ignore him, but smile slightly. Yup.
He moves closer, wraps an arm around me and watches along for a moment, with skeptical eyes, slightly shaking his head.


- "So you're rejecting me so you can watch Twilight..?" he says, sounding rather unimpressed, almost pouting.


- "It's not Twilight," I say.


Actually I feel sort of guilty for having sex with Zayn yesterday while my brother was downstairs - I mean what if he could hear it!? - so I guess Zayn will just have to pull himself together and wait until my parents come home and we can be at his place.



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(Probably shortest chapter I've ever written aargh)
I'm sawyy, but I'll update Saturdayyy (or Sunday)


Also some of you are still asking where I am from haha ;D

Basics:
- I'm from Denmark
- I'm 17 (18 in like a month :( )

in 2017 I'm 21 lol

- Zayn is hot