I sigh when Zayn does that. He is really hot and all, but I just don't know him.
He tightens his grip on my waist and I have no choice but to go to sleep like this.
It's tough falling asleep like that, it feels like hours before I start to doze off again, but I finally fall asleep.
I wake up around 5:30 and find myself still in Zayn's grip. At least my plan sort of worked, now all I need to do is get out of this room!
I slowly pull Zayn's arms off of me but am startled when he opens his eyes. I stand up quickly and pray that he'll fall back asleep quickly.
"Who are you?" He says harshly and sits up from his bed rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. When he's done rubbing his eyes he shoots me a glare.
"M-Melissa." I say nervously.
"I don't know a Melissa!" He shouts and when he does he rubs his temples, "Ouch," He says and I can't help but laugh.
"What's so funny? And why are you in my room?" He shouts and gets out of his bed.
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Try Me (A Zayn Malik fan fiction)
Fanfiction"What's your name?" Zayn whispers in my ear. He is pinning my wrists against the wall and slowly pushing against me. "A name." I say cautiously. Zayn brushes his tongue gently over my bottom lip, teasing me and making me want him more. "Now love, yo...
