Please Don't Go

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

"Jace........Jace.........no........Jace no......" I bolted up straight from the bad dream, sweat covering my body. I instantly fell back, pain electrifying my body. I groaned loudly, opening my eyes.

Wait, where am I?

Oh yeah.

Zayn.

I was in his guest room.

Wait, how did I get here?

"Morning." I leaped up.

"Holy shit Zayn, you scared me." I said, putting a hand over my heart. He gave me a sheepish grin and sat by me.

"So....." he said, definitely making it awkward.

"Zayn, please don't make it awkward."

"Well, what are we going to do about your purse, and the bitch or bastard who beat you up?"

"Well, it was a bastard, I don't really need to file a report because I had my keys, phone and a few American dollars, useless here. I just need to get a new phone."

"Well once you get out of bed we can do that." he said, looking up to the light coming through the curtains. The sunlight brought out the brown in his eyes, his face perfect.

No. No, I can't have thoughts like that about my best friend. I looked down to my hands, continuously taking my ring out and putting it back on. I then realized that I was in a oversized green t-shirt and scooby-doo boxers.

"Um, Z? Who's clothes are these?" he looked over to me.

"Mine." he simply stated.

"You changed me? Into scooby-doo boxers?"

"Well, it's nothing I haven't seen before. Plus, you fell asleep, so I carried you in and changed you. And don't hate on the Doo, he's cool." Well, he was right. Me and Zayn were so close and knew each other for so long that we didn't mind just taking our clothes off and changing in front of each other. Yup, we were tight.

"Though I have to admit, you've developed since I last saw you." he added. I kicked him resulting in him rolling on the ground and me with a hurting foot. He quickly recovered and stood up.

"What shall my Mars want for breakfast on this fine morning." he said in a posh accent. I rolled my eyes at him replying, "Since when can you cook?" He put a hand over his heart, pouting.

"Hurtful."

"Fine. Could you please make me pancakes?" I asked.

He ran out yelling,"Pancakes coming up." Few seconds later, I heard an 'oof'

"Zayn?"

"All is well, just tripped." he yelled back, causing me to laugh. Oh how I loved him.

But as a friend. Only a friend....... I slowly tried getting up, in which I succeeded after ten tries. I stiffly walked to the kitchen to find Zayn obnoxiously swaying his hips and singing to Drive By while scrambling eggs.

"Watch him go!" I yelled out, playfully slapping his butt.

"Uh-uh, I'm off limits, got myself a girlfriend." he grinned wildly, winking

"I know, Perrie, right?" he nodded.

"Well, I want to meet her soon, need to approve of her." I said, taking a seat on one of his high stools on the counter.

"Of course my two favorite girls are going to meet." he said, starting to mix pancake batter.

"Oh I swear to you, I'll be there for you, this is not a drive by-a-a-a-ay." he sang into the batter mixing spoon.