Don't Burn Out (Currently Editing)

Eighteen

"Wake up!!!" A feminine voice screamed in my face.

"Noo." I groaned. "Five more minutes."

"You said that thirty minutes ago." A different voice said.

"Go away, girls."

Someone let out a frustrated cry.

A soft voice came from in front of me. "Tiffany, I know it's really early, but we really need your help."

I opened my eyes to see Safaa's grayish-blue eyes staring back at me. She had an innocent, puppy look in her eyes. At this moment she reminded me of my own sister. Chanel would have been about a year younger than Safaa. Chanel would have loved Safaa. They could have been best friends.

I smiled at Safaa. "Okay. Give me a second I'll get up."

I sat up with Zayn still clinging to to me. "No." My sleepy mate groaned.

"Zayn stop acting like a baby."

"We'll just give you two a minute." Safaa grabbed her sisters.

"Tiffany we expect you downstairs in twenty minutes." Waliyha warned.

"Okay. I'll be there."

"No you won't." Zayn groaned into my hip. I glared at him although he could not see considering his eyes were still shut.

Safaa dragged Waliyha and Doniya out.

"Remember what I told you yesterday morning?" Zayn enquired.

"Yeah, yeah. I remember." I leaned down to kiss him, again he flipped us over so he was on top.

"Good morning my beautiful Luna." He muttered against my mark.

"Good morning handsome."

'Didn't I tell you two to stop playing.' Waliyha said.

Zayn and I rolled our eyes.

Zayn got up first. "You go take a shower before I decide that I don't want you to leave this bed. I'll get your clothes out."

"Yessir Mr. Alpha." I stood on my knees to kiss Zayn's cheek. "Zayn." I whined as he cheekily slapped my behind.

"My hand slipped."

Again, I roll my eyes, but smile at my silly mate and grab a towel then head in the bathroom. After a quick shower I brushed my teeth, and rake my hair out with my fingers.

I couldn't sense anyone in the room, so I just walked out in the towel. Zayn set my clothes on our bed.

'Cheeky boy.' Athena howled at the lacy black undies.

Zayn laid out a black and white striped crop top with ripped black jeans and converse. I slipped my clothes on then put on a pair of silver hoops and a bracelet.

I rolled on some red lipstick and eyeliner. I can't go anywhere with out red lipstick and some form of eye make up. I grabbed my phone then made my way downstairs. Instead of Zayn cooking, Harry was behind the stove wearing a 'Kiss the Cook' apron.

"They woke you up to?" Harry asked.

"Yes."

"Tiffany!" Waliyha yelled. Doniya slapped her hand over Waliyha's mouth.

"Calm yourself child."

Waliyha pulled her head away. "Don't tell me what do!" She exclaimed.

"Waliyha, relax." I said smoothly.