Be Mine ~ Zerrie ~

Chapter 12

I woke up, but in Zayn's bed. I remember last night and I feel annoyed with him. I know I can't be mad, but why was he drunk. I got out of bed. I choose to let Zayn sleep.

I don't want the same incident as yesterday, so I pick the most paving clothes from his sister. I really need to know her name, so I don't have to say his sister all the time.

I picked light blue skinny jeans with a gray sweatshirt with fruit on it. It's sort of easy and unprepared, but who can blame me. My whole life is unprepared at the moment.

I figured yesterday, when Zayn was gone and I went to explore the whole house, his sister's got the same cup as me, as in bra's. I can borrow some from her too, right? Because I'm still in the same one as when I was while the dad- incident...

Just when I'm about to put on my shirt, a sleepy Zayn walks in. I practically scream in shock.

'Aaahh, damn you Perrie!' he yells, while he grabs to his head. Oh, right, his hangover. But it's his fault. He didn't need to drink that much yesterday.

'Well, sorry, but you just came in and I thought you were asleep. And I'm in my bra.' I quickly explain.

And that's when he realizes me, in a bra of his sister. His eyes go up and down my body, while I stand there, awkwardly.

He doesn't stop looking, so I look in the mirror.

It's clear that I'm not good in picking randomly things. I picked a bra from his sister without even looking to it, but it's just like I came straight out a nightclub.

'You... You don't have to put on your shirt...' he says slowly, not even with a smirk. It's obvious I make him weak, and I like it, but if I let him stare at me any longer, I doubt if we get to school on time.

So I put on my shirt and hear Zayn sigh.

'Can I use it now?' he asks annoyed.

'Why are you acting like that?' I ask.

'Like what?' he asks, while he's pulling off his shirt. I watch his tattoos, until I realize I'm probably staring.

'Uhm, why are you so, so...' I can't really tell how he is.

'What happened yesterday?' I finally ask. I doubt if he remembers.

'Why do I need to tell you?' he asks. No, he doesn't remember anything.

'Because... You really don't remember anything huh?' I ask.

'Nope.' he simply answers.

'Well, you came here drunk off your ass, and then you wanted to sleep with me. But then I slept in your sister's room.' I tell him.

'Oh.' is his only answer.

'Yea, oh.' I reply and walk out of the bathroom.

'Perrie, I'm sorry.' he says, while he's following me, 'I was drunk.'

'But why?' I ask, for what feels like the thousandth time.

'Because... There was some guy and he...' he starts. I'm getting impatient.

'Well?' I ask.

'And he, it was for you.' he says.

'For me? What?' I asks. This could be interesting...

'That I beaten him.' he says.

Of course, I hate the idea of Zayn punching and kicking people, but maybe he has a good reason? I hope he has...