knee socks - z.m au

third

Recap:

Akira found Zayn at the cemetery crying at someones grave with a bottle of liquor so she invites him to her apartment.

(also excuse mistakes i literally wrote this during a double lesson at school)

What.

The.

Fuck?

Why would I even say that?

Why did I ever think that was a good thing to say?

"You don't have to come over it's just I thought you might want some company." I paused briefly. "I'm just going to stop talking now."

Zayn gave me an amused look. "Yeah."

"What?"

"Lets go to your house." He said.

"Really?" I asked.

"Yeah. Now come on, I'm cold." He said. And I smiled.

We made small talk as we walked, nothing deep, just light hearted stuff. By this point my heels were in my hand and my feet were pretty close to being frozen because of the cold wet pavement.

"You're quite strange you know." Zayn said after a minute, glancing down at my feet.

"How so?" I looked up at him.

"You just are." He said mindlessly, "A good strange though." He added quickly after.

"Duly noted." I stared at him blankly trying to find meaning in his words. The wind swept my hair over my shoulders and all over my face, how graceful. I shiver ran up my arm and I involuntarily shuddered.

"I would offer you my jacket but I'm cold too." He said.

"How awfully kind of you." I smiled sarcastically, whipping bits of my hair behind my ears.

-

We had arrived to my apartment a few minutes later and I turned the heater on, sticking one foot at a time by the warm air.

"Did you want something to eat?" I asked.

"Sure." He said, looking around my apartment. He looked so awkward.

"Sorry for the mess." I said.

"It's cool." He waved it off.

Mess would be an understatement, there were magazines and gas bills all over the kitchen bench, my duvet and pillows were strewn across the sofa and there was a red lacy push up bra on the coffee table. I felt an embarrassed blush creep up on me as I quickly grabbed it and hid it behind my back. As if he didn't see that!

The messiness never really phased me since I never brought people home and now I felt so unorganised.

"First, drink this." I tossed him a water bottle from the fridge.

I made him a coffee and a Nutella sandwich. Better than nothing right. Besides when you eat things at the time its not supposed to be eaten at it tastes so much better.

"I would've made you a proper dinner but I haven't payed off my gas bill, it keeps slipping my mind since I'm never really at home much except during the day and even then I don't really cook." I rambled.

"Stop talking a sec. My head really hurts." He put a finger up towards my mouth.

I put the plate and cup down on the coffee table. "You can just sit here." I said piling a few discarded items of clothing from one side of the sofa onto the other.

He opened his mouth to speak but my phone cut him off.

It was a blocked number.

"Hello?" I spoke cautiously.

"Come over. I want you." A male voice slurred.

"Who is this?"

"It's Jake from the other night. How could you forget babe? It was the best night." He said.

'For you probably' I thought.

"I'm busy." I said.

"What with another guy?" He snapped.

"You could say that." I said calmly.

"Fuck you." He sneered.

"Fuck you too, have a nice day." I said hanging up.

"Asshole." I muttered throwing my phone aside.

Zayn gave a look before speaking up.

"Boyfriend?"

"No, but lets not talk about him okay?" I said rubbing my temples.

It was silent for a moment and I really did hope that when Zayn would speak it wouldn't be some sort of degrading comment because I would gladly pour his hot coffee over him and kick him out. Oh and eat his Nutella sandwich.

"I have a shirt that actually says 'fuck you, have a nice day' remind me to lend you it when you confront that friend of yours." He said. "Also, your coffee could use more milk. It's like one of those disgusting espresso shots from McDonalds"

And again, like at the bar the other day his complete 180 degree of the conversation made me laugh.

"Suck it up princess. That's how I like my coffee."

"I don't even like coffee, I'm more of a tea person." He said.

"Gross, I hate tea." I said.

"How non-stereotypical of you." He said picking up a half of the sandwich. "Want the other half?"

"No I'm fine."

He shrugged.

"So where do you live?" I asked.

"Here and there for the moment." He said.

"I don't get it."

"Long story short, a lot shit happened." He said with a mouth full of bread.

I laughed humourlessly, "Isn't that how it always goes."

He hummed.

"Do you mind if I take a smoke?" He asked.

"Not at all, but lets go out to the fire exit incase I get in trouble." I said. "And I swear to god don't make me high!"

"Relax would you. Besides you don't get high if you inhale it incorrectly. You just get a tad sexually aroused." He smirked, lighting up his blunt. Then he took a long drag and blew the smoke right at my face instead of inhaling it.

I coughed and whacked his arm in the process. "I am not doing any sexual favours for you, you arse!

"Oh of course not."

a/n:

zouis smoking weed is life and it made 'knee socks' zayn so much more realistic, bless.

also, i'm so sorry for this late as update. i had exams and i was fully focused on them these past few weeks and it paid off because I did really good on almost every single one!

- ri