Can I Stay? // Zayn Malik

Chapter 2

Becca's P.O.V

"No way. There's no way I'm sharing a bed with some guy." I immediately said. I never shared a bed with anyone else before. Especially when it's a guy. Just because Zayn is a huge star, it doesn't mean I had to sleep with him.

Zayn raised his eyebrows. "Excuse me but I'm not just some guy." He said with his fingers in the air making the quotation sign. "I am Zayn Malik. A celebrity." He had a finger pointing on his chest.

I rolled my eyes. Oh, my gosh. Is he for real right now? I thought. "Yes. I know exactly who you are." I said. Zayn smiled hearing me. "But don't let the fame thing get you all caught up in your head. You still need to respect others." I firmly said with my arms crossed.

"Respect?" Zayn scoffed. "I was only talking about sharing a bed." He scoffed again. He stared at me wryly. A few seconds later, his face changed into a face when you finally figured something out. "Oh, shit. I get it now!" Zayn said with a huge grin on his face.

This is not good. I immediately thought. Did he found out that I never had sex before? I was alarmed but I tried my best to hide it. I was about to say something but Zayn was faster.

"You're like Christian Grey. You don't sleep on the same bed where you just had sex. Except, we're not having sex of course. But if we are going to, your boyfriend will be very pissed off then." Zayn narrated. I stared at him with an emotionless face. "Christian Grey? From Fif-"

"Yes, I know that god-damned movie!" I snapped. My face was bright red after hearing him mentioned about sex and boyfriend. I was embarrassed of myself because I never had both. "Fuck..." I murmured under my breath. I had on hand on my hips and the other one on my forehead.

"You're getting red, love." Zayn said as he looked at me worriedly.

I wasn't going to deal with this anymore. "Whatever. You sleep in my room, on my bed and I'll sleep here." I said and sighed.

Zayn dropped his duffle bag on the floor. He jumped on the couch and laid there on his back. "Nevermind, babe. You go sleep in your room and I'll be sleeping here." Zayn said with a smile. "It's quite comfortable here."

I wanted to ask what has gotten into him but I didn't. It was late and I needed some sleep. "Okay, then." I said and smiled. I was really glad the little argument was over. "Wait here. I'll get you a pillow and blanket." Zayn replied with a nod but with his eyes closed.

I didn't took long to get those things. When I got back to Zayn, he was already sleeping. Maybe he's just tired like me. That's why he decided to sleep here. I thought with a smile.

I carefully lifted Zayn's head up to put the pillow under him. After that, I put the blanket over him. I took a moment to sit on the floor and just stare at his beautiful face. I hope he don't suddenly wake up. I thought as I smiled. God had created Zayn with perfection.

The next morning, I was woken up by my loud alarm clock. I turned it off and checked the time. It was 8.08 a.m. I quickly grabbed my phone on the same table. A notification came up.

4% remaining.

Great. I didn't charged my phone last night. All because I charged Zayn's phone using my charger.

Wait. Zayn?

Shit! I actually forgot about him. I quickly replaced Zayn's phone with mine and ran to the living room. I was glad to see Zayn still sleeping like a baby. I let out a relief sigh. "I should make breakfast before he wakes up." I said and went to the kitchen.

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"Something's smell good." I heard Zayn said in his sleepy voice. "And it's making me hungry."