(So for the past two weeks I've been writing speech after speech after speech as I'm running for president for business club at my school. So yesterday I finally get up there say a speech and give my presentation and I'm absolutely freaking out. So that ends I sit down the rest of the elections go on and guess what. I lost.
Just kidding I won. I literally went home and laid in bed like oh jeez. I'm going to be such a failure at being president. I hope I will be a good president. Wish me luck. (Imma fail))
I woke up feeling cold yet very warm. It was weird. I opened my eyes and looked around. I looked down to see an arm wrapped around my waist and no clothing on my shoulder. I lifted the blanket up a bit to see myself naked. Oh my god. That's when I remembered. I had slept with Zayn. I gulped and tried to remove his arm from my waist but he only pulled me closer. Oh no. He's naked too. I need to put clothes on. I just used him as a rebound. Or did he just use me? I didn't know. I shimmied out of his hold and ran to my closet grabbing some clothes and running into the bathroom to take a shower. I was really sore and there were bruises on my hips. Asshole. I let the water go down my back hoping to wash away how filthy I felt. After about 20 minutes I felt better so I hopped out, dried off, and put my clothes on. I wrapped my hair up and brushed my teeth. I sighed and looked at myself in the mirror. How did I let that happen? I walked out of the bathroom and was met by two familiar lips on mine. I was surprised but kissed back for a second before realizing what I was doing. I pushed his chest away from mine and wiped my lips. "Gross." I looked at Zayn who was smirking. "Hey. You kissed back. Don't pretend you didn't like it. Cause you sure liked it last night." I curled my hands into fists. "That was a mistake. It will never happen again." His smirk fell. "Why not?" I rolled my eyes. "We're not together again and never will be. And I sure as hell will not be friends with benifits with the likes of you." I felt like that was too harsh but I needed him to realize I wasn't his. "How about just a kiss here and there?" "No Zayn." "Awww come on. Please?" I shook my head. "No means no." I grabbed my backpack and slung it on my back. "If a girl says no. You should really listen Zayn. Consent is a huge concept in this day and age." I sounded like I was lecturing a little kid. He looked at me like I had punched him in the gut or something. I rolled my eyes again and walked out. Asshole.
(So so so. Messages has hit 10K whoooaaaa. I actually think it's hit 11K and this book is almost at 1K. That's so crazy. OH AND Messages is almost a whole year old. October 27th, 2016 I published the first chapter. I'm so surprised at how much it has actually grown and that's all thanks to you my wonderful readers. 23 days to go till the 27th. Maybe I should end this book on the 27th for the one year anniversary. Maybe I should start mass producing the chapters and publish them every Sunday until we hit the 27th. Then when it's the 27th I'll just post the rest of the chapters. That's a good idea.
Tell me if you like that idea here. Just highlight this paragraph and tell me it would help a lot.
Thanks everyone for reading this chapter and sorry it's not Sunday it's actually Wednesday and I finally got a break to write. Sorry for rambling like I always do. It's a habit and I'm doing it again. Okay bye. ❤
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Nightmare (4th Book in Messages Series and Zayn x Reader)
Fanfic4th book on the Messages Series The Kiss. The Dates. Leaving. College. Ex- boyfriends. Zayn Malik and you. Started Tuesday June 27th, 2017 Completed January 16th, 2018 Published January 26th, 2018 on day stolen phone was returned Best Rating: Cross...