Bradford Bad Boy and the Garden State Good Girl (Zayn Malik Fan Fiction)

Chapter Twenty

                      I woke up, seriously this time. It was just a dream. One thing was for certain though: Me and Zayn had most definitely not used a condom. I was on the pill but  I got out of bed. Ow, I thought to myself. I was sore from earlier, how could something that felt sogood at the time cause so much pain later on. I put on fresh underwear and Zayn’s shirt, I saw girls did that in the movies and always want to try it, I walked outside into the hallway. I checked to see if my parents were home, which they weren’t. Thank god, they would have killed me if they walked in on me and Zayn in bed together.

                  I rummaged through the fridge and pulled out some eggs, cheese, and ham. I cut the ham into cubes and put them in a pan to cook. I looked at my phone. 14 missed calls and 14 text messages. I groaned, looking through them. I had two missed calls from my mother, one from my father, six from Amy, one from Liam, two from a number I didn’t recognize, and two from a private number. Most of the text messages were from Amy asking about the date went and a couple from my parents. I decided to ignore them, after all it was early and no one expected me, of all people, to wake up early. I heard some shuffling and looked in the direction it was coming in.

“You left me all alone in that dark room!” said Zayn.

“Awwww, is little Zaynie afraid of the dark?” I mocked in a baby voice.

“No… Maybe… Kind of….Yes.”

I burst into laughter.

“Shut up! It’s not funny” he cried.

After I calmed down I said: “The Bradford Bad Boy is afraid of the dark. Who would’ve thought!”

I finished making us both eggs and we sat down at the table.

“How’d you sleep?” he asked me.

“Ehhh. I had a horrible dream”

“What was it about?” he asked

I told him about my dream as we finished out breakfast.

“Well, if that was to ever happen I would take care of you.”

“I know. It was just…. I don’t know. It was weird.” I said

“Well, I highly doubt that you’ll be getting pregnant any time soon. I mean, I didn’t…. inside you”

“Ew. Okay, next subject.”

“So, you can do it but not talk about it?” He inquired.

“Exactly, now help me wash these dishes.”

He groaned and started rinsing.

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“Ugh. I’m going to miss you so much” I said hugging Zayn, a tear falling from my eye.

Me and Amy were at the airport dropping the boys off. She was somewhere doing who knows what with Liam, who have gone “steady.” Yep, Amy and Liam are a thing. They’re so cute together. He’s the ying to her yang, keeps her in check.

“Trust me, I will too. We can do this though. We can skype and if you actually got on twitter I could DM you throughout the day. It’s going to be okay.” He said running his fingers through my hair.

“I know but I won’t be able to actually touch you, it won’t be the same.” I complained

“Yeah, it’s going to be different but like I said, we’ll get through it, everything’s going to be fine.”

“You’re making it sound like someone died.”

“I’m trying to console you!”

“Well, it’s not working very well” I said