Pause. Rewind. Play. (A Zayn Malik Fanfic)

Chapter 9: Could All Of It Be A Lie?

I wake up the next day in a very comfy bed. Turning over, I see Harry looking at us phone. He looks at me, putting his phone down, and gives me a quick peck on the lips.

"Morning," he whispers in a husky morning voice.

"Morning," I say back. I run a hand through my hair, looking down and realizing I'm not in my clothes. I'm wearing an oversize black T-shirt, and way too big basketball shorts. "We didn't um..."

"No, we didn't do anything last night," Harry chuckles, going back to his phone. "We got in here, you wanted to change into something more comfortable. After you were out like a light." I sigh. Harry has his eyebrows furrowed, like he's thinking about something important.

"What are you looking at?" I ask. Harry shows me a picture on Twitter of me and him on the rocking animals in the park. Scrolling to the next one, it's us leaving the park. There are lots of pictures of us last night.

"I like this one," he says, showing me a picture of us on the animals. Harry's leaning over and kissing me. I smile at it.

"Me too," I say, cuddling into his bare chest. He answers some questions on Twitter and follows some people. Harry takes a picture of us to my protest and tweets it.

"Harry!" I scold. He just looks at me innocently as he types in a caption.

Doesn't @AriSCatalano look amazing in the morning? xx

"I do not," I say. "My hair's a mess, my skin looks so pale, and my eyes are droopy. I look horrible!"

"To me, you look beautiful no matter what," he says. I lean in and give him a long kiss on the lips. "Wow, maybe I should compliment you a lot more. If I get more of those." I roll my eyes, getting up from the bed.

I find my clothes and go to the bathroom to change. At the doorway, I look over my shoulder to see Harry staring at my ass.

"Maybe when I get back from changing, you'll get a little something," I say with a wink. I can be cheeky when I want to. I change into my normal clothes and fix my hair a bit. Walking out, Harry's already dressed in basketball shorts and a black T-shirt. He puts on a pair of white Osiris and sunglasses on the collar of his shirt.

"Come on babe, you need food in that tummy of your's," he says, poking my stomach. I squeal and jump back a few feet.

"Don't do that! I'm very ticklish!" A smirk comes on Harry's face and my eyes widen realizing my mistake. I make a beeline for the door and out the room, trying to get away from Harry. I jump over the couch where Danielle sits, looking through her phone. She jumps, seeing me.

"Help!" I shout. "He's going to tickle me!" Danielle just laughs.

"You're ticklish?" Niall asks from behind me. He starts to advance on me, but I lunge out of the way. Niall and Harry chase me around the room as Danielle is laughing her head off on the couch. Gee, thanks for saving me.

I'm behind the couch, while Harry and Niall are on the other side. Harry moves towards the left while Niall moves towards the right. Suddenly, I feel strong arms wrap around me and life me up.

"No!" I cry as Zayn throws me light to the ground, tickling me. I scream and shout as Niall and Harry join. "Someone save me!"

"Did someone ask for saving!?" Louis bursts out of his room with a Superman shirt on. In a flash, I'm off the ground and on Louis' back as we run around escaping the other three boys.

"What's going on out here?" Liam asks.

"They're trying to tickle me!" I shout through giggles, pointing an accusing finger at Harry, Zayn, and Niall. I'm laughing so much, I'm close to tears. Louis hoists me higher on his back.