One Summer (Zayn Malik Fanfic)

Chapter 9

Chapter 9,

I'm so embarrassed. I was throwing up all morning and he was there, holding my hair back as I emptied myself into the toilet.

"Why are you helping me?" I snapped because I woke up on my front lawn. He tossed me on the grass and left. He's not the nicest human being, but there is some good in him.

"You would do the same for me-"

"No, I wouldn't," I denied and threw up into the toilet again. I felt like utter shit and can't believe how much of a mess I was! I totally forgot about Jake and focused on the real problem. If Zack had been a different guy, who knows what I would've done.

Zack patted my back and I crunched in a tight ball, shielding my body as best as I could to try and simmer the pain forming in my stomach.

"I'm sorry about last night," I addressed the elephant in the room.

"Deelana, stop apologizing. You weren't yourself last night," he assured me, but I still felt embarrassed. Was he completely disgusted by me? I never do these horrible things... Ever! "Do you have to work today?"

"No, the pool is closed Sunday." The way he reads me frightens me.

"Do you have school?" Zack asked and I huffed.

"Finished high school two years ago and have been working at the pool until I decide what to do with my life," I explained and he nodded. My stomach twisted and I leaned back over the toilet bowl.

Zayn's POV

Ew! Ew! Ew! I am Zayn Malik of One Direction and I'm sitting here in this stupid town, holding the hair of a girl I just met while she vomits! This is stupid, but I'm not going to let it show.

I thought she was in school, but now I know she's my age. Plus, it's July and I asked if she had school. I'm an idiot.

"Oh," I commented and averted my eyes away from the guts being spilled.

An hour later, she was feeling slightly better, but not 100% better. She was well enough to sit down on her bed and take a nap while I went home and pampered myself.

I hate that girl... But I'm some how attracted to her. This makes no sense: If I hated Deelana, I would not have just sat there and patted her back as she vomited. There's just no way. I have to get Perrie back, but that's next to impossible. She's already dating someone, and I have no clue who he is.

I removed my contacts, cleaned them up, and took a hot shower that turned out to be cold, and shaved the stubble growing on my face. I applied the powder that Lou Teasdale gave me to cover up my tattoos and mentally cursed at myself for getting so many. I put on a plain white t-shirt, beige trousers, a pair of white vans, and slipped my green-eyed contacts back in. My brown hair was half-dry by the time I combed it through, letting it splatter across my forehead lazily.

"That odd to do it," I said to myself, hearing the british accent, before transforming it back to my American/Canadian accent.

"Good enough," I translated the slang and hurried out the door, leaving my phone at home and bringing my single credit card with me, my glasses, and keys. I forgot breakfast, fuck! Deelana can tell me how to get to a breakfast buffet, right? I knocked on her front door and a frail man with long bony fingers answered the door.

"Who are you?" he spoke slowly and I got frustrated quickly.

"Zack Higgins, I live next door," I answered and he nodded, pushing me to continue.

"I'm a friend of your daughter's," I lied and he opened up the door wide for me to enter. I removed my shoes on the geeky welcome mat that I had not noticed last night. I could have gone the extra mile and placed Deelana on her living room couch, but that was too much work at the time for me.