He's No Good - Zayn Malik

Chapter 61: Grumpy

In art Wednesday the subject is architecture and I have to gently pad Zayn's arm twice as he keeps falling asleep while we watch some 40 minutes long movie about buildings all the way in the Baroque period or something. Not the most interesting thing ever I have to admit.

Even though Zayn seems to love arts, I don't think he has any interest in architecture whatsoever.


- "Zayn!"  I whisper, swatting his arm a bit harder this time as he seems to have fallen asleep again, this time practically snoring, his head propped up on his hand.

He groans and mutters something, sweeping my hand away and shifts to rest his head on his arms on the table, snoring lightly again just seconds later. Okay then.
At least the lights have been turned off and we're sitting in the back, so nobody besides the two guys who sits opposite to us will notice anyway.


The end credits comes in 2 minutes later, waking Zayn from his slumber again. He slowly sits up and rubs his now squinty eyes, and tugs his black beanie down over his eyes for a moment to shield them from the brightness of the lights that have been turned back on. 


- "Did you takes notes?" he asks, scratching his freshly shaved chin, adjusting his beanie again and pulling it back enough so that you can just see the roots of his hair which is pulled back under it.


- "Nope, sorry,"  I say and grin as he yawns deeply and frowns at me before averting his attention back to our teacher who is about to dismiss us, talking about next week's task.


- "Uhm, by the way I'm looking after my brother today and tomorrow, but we could hang out?" he says, stretching as the rest of our peers start to grab their stuff and leave.


I've actually got a whole lot of homework but we haven't hung out since Saturday so I can just do my school work later I guess. 

- "Okay sure, after school then?" we pull our chairs out and stand up, getting ready to leave as well. 


- "Yeah, we can just  pick him up from school and bring him with us over to my place, okay?" 
He says and I nod and give our teacher, Ms. Cole, a smile as she gives us a quick "bye," as we walk past her desk. Zayn just briefly glances at her before looking at me again, opening the door for me.


**


I've got geography with Jai after arts.
He's easy going and very talkative as always and of course he can't help but point out how drunk I got at Harry's Friday.


It's actually quite funny how Tamara and Zayn had both made him out to be a total dick, while he's really just a genuinely nice guy who Tamara might and might not hate and who Zayn maybe mainly doesn't like because he's sweet and he talks to me - and his ex-something's brother.

After having consumed a whole lot of information about the wind system of which we will be tested in next week, we are dismissed and I shove my bag over my shoulder and start for the door walking alongside Jai.


Jai mutters a quiet "sorry," and adjusts his snapback as he almost bumps into Zayn who has apparently been waiting for me outside the classroom, earning a snort from Zayn who just looks down on him since he's a bit taller than Jai.


- "Uhm. See you around," Jai says, ignoring Zayn who has already snaked his arm protectively around my waist, and gives me brief smile that I return, before he disappears around the corner, looking into the screen of his phone.


- "Hey," I finally say and look into those brown eyes that I love so much. 


**


I've actually never been at the school Lucas and Jawaad go to, but that won't be today either, cause the dark haired boy is already waiting outside with a frown on his young face. 


- "That took you long enough," Jawaad says, as he jumps into the backseat and takes off his backpack and places it on the seat beside him. 


- "Hi Zoe, what are you doing here?" he says to me rather bluntly as Zayn waits for Jawaad to put on his seat-belt before he starts the car.  


- "She's coming home with us," Zayn says and glances at Jawaad through the rear-view mirror, before giving me an amused yet slightly awkward smirk.


- "Okay," Jawaad says shortly before he breaks the silence again. "What time is mum home?" 


- "Not until tomorrow. We'll just stop by the house now so you can run in and get your toothbrush and stuff okay?" he nods.


**


Jawaad doesn't need any orders, he just dumps his bag next to his shoes and goes straight to the living room where he turns on the TV while Zayn and I put our schools bags in his room.


 I sit down in his bed and check my phone as I hear Zayn's voice coming from the living room, basically telling his brother not to touch anything and to ask before he steals something out of the fridge. 


Returning to his room, Zayn closes the door behind him and pulls his beanie off and combs his hand through his hair in front of the mirror until it looks a sexy mess before he gets his laptop out and joins me on the bed.


**


We end up watching a movie on netflix on his computer that we have connected to the flat-screen, but even though Zayn was the one who chose the movie, he doesn't really seem into it and is already kissing me urgently, his warm hand finding it's way up my side only 20 minutes into the film.  


Kissing him back and running my hands through his soft hair, I feel immediately lightheaded and warm all over, and my stomach tumbles as he snakes his arm around my waist in a quick and strong motion and moves me so that I'm lying down. 


He pulls away from the kiss to breathe and presses his lips against my the side of my throat, sending trail of kisses down towards my collarbone, making me shiver. I let out a quiet moan, as he sucks on my neck and I earn a quick smirk from Zayn as his hands that has been resting on my hips moves to open my skinny jeans. 


I pull his hands away, not wishing to takes this any further, but the prominent bulge in Zayn's jeans and the lust in his eyes suggests that he does.

 
- "Why not?" he says quietly, and ignores my hands and pops the bottom, but I brush his hands away again.


I can't help but grin as he dips his tongue down into the crease where my collarbones meet, and sucks on the thin skin, his hands gliding up my sides.
- "No. Zayn, Jawaad is literally in the next room! He's gonna know," I say,  - but I mean it. That's just wrong.  


He might have done it god knows how many times before with Jawaad in the next room, but he's not doing it with me. At least Lucas was downstairs and much farther away when we did it that time in my room.


- "C'mon no he's not, he's watching TV and we'll just be quiet," he places a knee between my legs to try and separate them. "We'll lock the door,". He smiles and kisses me again but I don't kiss him back. 


His teeth tug seductively at my bottom lip, and his hand moves to the hem of my top, trying to pull it up, but I grab his hand and place the other on his chest and push him off of me. 


- "I said no, Zayn," I say and  he grunts annoyed but eventually rolls of off me and lies down on his back, glancing at the bulge in his jeans, looking pretty pissed, his eyebrows pulled together.


I find it quite funny in some wicked way. He's that hormonal.
- "Grumpy now aren't we?" I tease, earning a small chuckle from Zayn.


- "Actually, he's got football practise at 7 'till 8:30," he looks at me again, his pupils dilated with lust, giving me a suggestive glance. 


As much as I would maybe like to take him up on his offer, I still have my homework to do. 
- "I have to get home before dinner," I say.


- "Why?" he frowns. "You could stay and sleep?" 


- "Not today. I've got tons homework," I say, realizing it must seem like some stupid excuse, but he seems to accept it anyways and nods, not seeming as annoyed as he did before. "Can we just watch the movie?" I ask.
And so we do, before it ends and we end up discussing the shitty ending before I decide it's time for me to leave and Zayn tells Jawaad he'll be back in a couple of minutes.


- "So are you doing anything, Saturday?" he asks in the car.


- "No, I don't think," 


He glances at me for a second. 
- "This is quite awkward, but my mum wants to meet you - like officially," he chuckles and grimaces, his eyes still on the road. "She wanted me to you ask to come for dinner on Saturday," 


Oh. 
She's so lovely, Zayn's mum, so I guess it wouldn't be too bad. I guess it's flattering in some way, like she thinks I'm a keeper.

I wonder if Zayn ever talks about me to her. But he must have at least mentioned that we're serious, or else she wouldn't invite me I guess.


- "Only if you want to," he says.


- "Of course, sure," I say, as he pulls over in front of my front yard. 


- "Thanks," he says and turns the engine off. 


As I grab my bag and open the door, Zayn stops me from stepping out by placing his hand on mine, making me turn around.


- "Zoe?" there's a serious frown on his face. "I didn't mean to get mad or anything earlier, I just got a bit.."
Eager?

- "It's alright," I say, giving him a faint smile as he pulls his hand of off mine again.


- "I love you," he reminds me rather quietly as if it's embarrassing to say it, but the statement and the honestly behind his eyes makes me happy anyway.


- "I love you too," 



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