Good Girls Love Bad Boys (Zayn Malik)

Chapter 30

Christmas; I love Christmas. And Christmas morning is probably my favorite morning in the year.

I woke up in a large hoodie and my panties. Last night was tiring and I guess Zayn had to put me in these clothes. I rolled to my side to face him,who had both eyes closed and was shirtless. I caressed his hair to try to wake him up, he opened his right eye and smiled a bit.

"Merry Christmas Zayny"

"Merry Christmas love" He sat up and kissed my lips, softly. My phone started ringing in my purse, which I had left in the bedside table last night.

"Hi mom, Merry Christmas"

"Merry Christmas Valerie. Your dad and I want to see you both today, if it's posible"

"Both ?"

"Yes, your dad wants to give him a little talk"

"Mother" I warned her.

"See you later alligator" I could almost feel her smile through the phone, and I have to say I miss being at home a little.

"My parents want to meet us today" I said to Zayn.

"I have to call mine" He said in his sexy morning voice.

"Here you go" I gave him my phone and he took it, standing up and walking to the bathroom.

Zayn's P.O.V

I hate Christmas, it is just so fucking cheesy and everyone is so damn happy.I walked into the bathroom and dialed my mom's number.

"Hello ?"

"Zayn ? Hi dear ! Merry Christmas"

"Yeah, same. Umm, I kinda have a girlfriend and she wants to meet you guys"

"A girlfriend ? I hope she is not all tattooed and emo like you rather friends"

"She's totally the opposite" And it was in fact pretty true. Maybe the truest true I and told my mom in my whole life.

"Your sisters miss you"

"I miss them too, we'll be over there at 2:00"

"Perfect" she said before I hung up. I walked out of the room. Valerie was sitting in the edge of the bed with a pair of sweatpants.

"What did she say ?"

"They want to meet you" She stood up and hugged me. "I'm still tired though" considering yesterday was tiring and its fucking seven in the morning.

"Lets lay down" she said, so we did. Her head in my chest, my hand in her head, caressing her and my fingers running through every single of her wild curls, and she had a lot of hair. We stayed there for a while. I didn't sleep at all we just cuddled there.

It was new for me ; cuddling. Before her everything was wild sex and whores and alcohol. But now it is calmer, sweeter. She has teached me somehow, how to be more gentle, and I like it. I like her, in the weirdest way I cannot describe. It's like I like her, but I don't know if it will last. I don't even know if I want it to last.

Maybe I do. Because I don't want to spend the rest of my days alone, in this damn house with nothing but a little notebook filled with thousands of telephone numbers. But I really don't care anymore. I don't care about those girls whose numbers I have in that stupid ass notebook. I only care about her right now, and I'll try to be as good as I can, for her.

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Valerie's P.O.V

Zayn didn't sleep for sure, but I did. His hands in my hair, twisting my curls, it relaxed me instantly and sent me to sleep. I opened my eyes to the sound of the microwave downstairs. Yeah, my mother always said I had an eagle's ear, but sometimes it was not that good. I walked towards the staircase and saw this girl- I don't even know she looked old enough to be a friend of my mom. She had a cloth in her hands, as was cleaning the coffee table in the living room. I kept walking down the stairs, confused.