He's No Good - Zayn Malik

Chapter 59: No gentleman

Fiiiirst:

Zayn and Zoe selfie (edit) on the side - or in 'story info -> media' if you're reading on your phone :)

Many has been asking who I imagine Zoe as, and yeah I imagine her as Barbara Palvin, I can't help it sorry... Also because she actually looks Zoe's age since Barbara's only 20, which tbh Lily Collins and Nina Dobrev doesn't (they're both 25 and Zoe is only almost 18).. And Zayn and Barbs would look really adorable together!!
But feel free to imagine her as whoever you want anyways xx

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Zayn's POV 

Zoe sleeps all day, which suits me fine in some ways - besides I think she could use all the sleep she can get.
I just sit and watch stupid reality TV while I wait for her to show up.


In the light of the new day I feel honestly really confused and in doubt about last night and how she'll react to it when she wakes. I hope she wont be mad or feel violated and shit, because how would I really be able to fix that?


Because if she doesn't remember much, how am I really gonna explain to her that she was the one who was all over me, and that I didn't actually pull my pants down and stick it up in her face. 

If it had been some other girl I probably wouldn't worry about it really, I mean it's not the fist time I've fucked a drunk girl - though I usually would have been drunk or high too then. But well at least Zoe didn't black out during. 


And maybe I just spend way too much fucking time over thinking absolutely nothing.


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Zoe's POV


I wake up alone in Zayn's room, rubbing my eyes and feeling sort of disoriented before I get onto my feet and almost slip in a used condom, and the events of last night come back to me.

Right.


My head doesn't hurt as much as you would think it would, but it's pounding a bit and my eyes feel strangely puffy from too much sleep and my left arm smells like vodka. 


Zayn has left two aspirin pills for me next to the sink in the bathroom, that I quickly swallow with some water before he appears in the doorway behind me where I left the door open. He's fully dressed; black jeans and gray sweatshirt, his hair an adorable mess. 


- "How are you?" he asks, his face pretty much blank, making it hard for me to read.


- "Alright, better than expected," I reply with a faint smile in the mirror, pulling my fingers through my tousled hair. It's smells a  bit like vodka too. 
I'm about to ask him the same - but he didn't drink more than 3 beers last night.


- "Are you hungry? It's sort of late. We can order takeout?" he offers and I nod, even though I have no idea what time it is. "What would you like?" 
I shrug.


- "You can just order whatever. Can I take a quick shower?" 


- "Sure,"
He closes the door giving me the same faint smile I gave him, before I strip down and get under the warm water. 


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When I get out of the shower I grab a fresh white towel that has been placed on the radiator next to the door, so that it is nice and warm, and only now I realize that I don't have any clothes to put on other than my dress from yesterday, so I just slip into my black lace underwear - that I, as I remind myself, have only been wearing since last night - and pull Zayn's T-shirt that I have been sleeping in over my head.


Zayn keeps it pretty warm here anyway and the fabric of it feels sort of soft against my skin somehow. Though it's not that big, only barely reaching under my bum.


Having dried my hair the best I could using the towel, I walk through the hallway and open kitchen and into the living room, where Zayn shoots me an almost shy smile from the couch where he is sitting, his eyes briefly roaming my legs for a second. 


- "I ordered pizza if that's ok?" He says, and makes room for me to sit down next to him. 


- "Sure that's fine," 
He watches me as I sit down.


- "Are you better?" he asks, a hint of concern in his voice. 


- "Yeah, headache's not so bad," I answer and avert my eyes from Zayn towards the TV screen where he is watching Geordie Shore or something.


He nods and glances at me and away again.
- "So. Do you remember last night?" he asks rather carefully, scratching his nose to avoid eye contact. 


I think I remember pretty much everything that happened at the party up until the last hour or something. The last thing I remember from the party is having a blast with Jai - who apparently made out with Tamara last night, even though she told me she still despised him but ok - and with Niall, Louis and a lot of vodka.