Teacher's Aid (Zayn Malik Fanfic)

Chapter 14.

"I haven't been able to kiss you or touch you all day." He smirked.

I blushed as he leaned foward, our foreheads touching, and he rubbed his nose against mine.

"And you won't be able to." I smirked.

"And why is that?" He breathed.

"Because I call dibs on the shower first." I smirked before pushing him off me and running into the

bathroom, locking the door.

"Please." He whined.

"Just one peck."

"Later Zayn." I giggled, stripping off.

I turned the water on, and made sure the door was locked

I opened up the toilet seat and got down on my knee's, stinking my fingers down my throat until I felt

the sensation, all the food coming up and emtpying out into the toilet.

After I was done, I flushed the toilet, and I brushed my teeth before shakily standing up and getting

into the shower, washing my hair and body and shaving before getting out.

I grabbed a towel, drying myself off before wrapping it around me.

I looked around before groaning, facepalming myself.

The bathroom was very steamy, and I was starting to get uncomfortable.

"Zayn?" I said.

No answer.

I groaned, opening the door and sticking my head out.

"Zayn?" I said, clearing my throat.

"Yeah?" He said, and I heard him getting off the bed.

"Something wrong?" He said, coming towards the bathroom.

"Yeah, uhm. Can you bring my luggage to me?" I blushed.

"You forgot to get clothes didn't you?" He smirked at me.

"Yes, now please just me my bag." I pouted.

"I don't know babe, I'd like to see you in that towel." He smirked.

"Zayn." I frowned.

"Alright Alright." He chuckled, raising his hands up in surrender.

A few moments later, he brought my luggage to me and I dragged it into the bathroom, putting on some boy boxer short underwear, pulling on some athletic shorts that I used for sleeping or lazy days.

I pulled on a racerback tank top that was grey.

I didn't put a bra on, honestly I hated sleeping in them, it was uncomfy and annoying, and I heard you can get breast cancer from it.

I crossing my arms over my chest, brushing my teeth once more before stepping out, rubbing my hair with a towel. Zayn went in after me, taking a 20 minute shower as I sat outside, brushing my hair.

Zayn came out, pulling a t-shirt over his head as I let my eyes trail over his torso.

He smirked at me as he pulled it down, sitting next to me.

He put his arm by my waist and I leaned my head on his shoulder.

We looked out at the view in silence, not saying anything but just enjoying the company of each other.

After about 10 minutes, we went back inside, and he ordered some room service, getting me some apple juice and a peanut butter and jelly sandwhich since I wasn't hungry, but he wanted me to eat.