Broken

{ Chapter 8 }

Zayn turns up the volume of the tv.

"I have no pyjamas." I tell him.

He smiles and gets up, a few minutes later he returns from his bedroom with a black T-shirt and some plaid shorts. He hands them to me as I get up.

"Thanks. Where's the bathroom."

He grins." You don't need to be afraid of me seeing you."

I laugh. "You've seen me at the pool so no I'm not but I need to use the restroom."

"As you please, it's the door in the bedroom." I thank him and head there.

When I walk through his bedroom I can't help but notice how well designed it it. The black and white contrast is beautiful and together with small silver details the room looks amazing.

I head to the bathroom and spot the same silver and black details.

I put the clothes on the counter and undress myself.

I wonder if I should leave my bra or not, I decide to leave it on. I put his loose black T-shirt on and tie the strings of the shorts. I fix my hair and brush my teeth. After I'm done I return.

Zayn is in the kitchen making some kind of food. I sneak up on him and surprise him. He doesn't seem surprised and laughs at my failed attempt.

His caramel eyes pop when they see me in his clothes but he doesn't say anything.

After we've eaten his famous grilled chicken salad we lay on the couch.

"Was it good, my famous salad?" He grins.

"I loved it, how do you get the chicken to taste so good?" I wonder.

"I use this thing called Vegeta. It's really good, I got it at a shop with all kinds of herbs and stuff. I'll show you later, now I'm just tired."

I yawn. "Me too."

"Let's go to bed then."

I follow him, holding his hand.

He ruins the made bed by throwing me in. I squeal in surprise.

He jumps in after me and chuckles, holding his stomach.

"You should've seen your eyes."

I roll my eyes at him and get under the blanket. He follows and pulls me closer. I kiss him and put my head on his chest.

He sighs. "I love this." I look up at him, his eyes closed, his breathing slow.

"Me too."

He falls asleep soon after that and I stay tangled up in him since I never sleep normal.

My eyes are closed but my mind is focused on his steady and slow breathing. I feel myself on the river between sleep and being awake,his hands holding me against the stream.

The morning comes after long waiting and I get up to use the toilet. When I return I slip back in bed my head turned to the closet, not to Zayn.

After a fairly long time I feel him stir. He mumbles something and his hands look for me, I feel them touching my back. I smile. He pulls me closer and soon we're spooning. He moves his head to kiss my cheek.

"Did you sleep well?"

"Yeah." I lie like always.

I'm not tired but I haven't rested like normal people always have. We lay like that until we decide to get up.

He lets go of me and I get up. With a few days of vacation left, I feel like partying.

"Do you want to go to a party or something? I want to fulfil the last days of vacation. "

"Yeah sure, I'll find somewhere to go."

"I need a shower too." I say.

He smiles. "You want me to join you?"

I laugh. "No, I'll be fine."

I walk to the bathroom, undress and get in the shower.

I'm glad Zayn has a normal shampoo. Though his shower gel smells to manly to use. Oh well.

I get out and wrap myself in a towel. I hear a nock on the door. "Give me a minute." I dress myself and open the door.

Zayn is leaning against the wall. "Hey."

"Hey, what was up?"

"I had to check if you had drowned." I smile.

"You should know better since you've seen me swim Zayn!" He nods and laughs.

"I should take a shower too. So I'll be out in a second. "

"Okay." I brush my fingers through my hair and take his hair comb. I comb my hair and put it in two braids, it will be wavy tonight.

I apply my carmex lipbalm and text my dad. I have to go home to find some clothes to wear. Zayn is out in minutes smelling like his delicious shower gel.

I turn around and hug him. He hugs me back, dressed in a pair of shorts. When I let go he turns around and pulls a T-shirt over his head.

"So, when are we heading to my house?" I ask him. He turns around and brushes his hand through his wet hair.

"Uhm, whenever you want. I thought you'd want to go tonight. "

"We could hang out there, my dad isn't home." I shrug, wishing he will understand I need to switch clothes.

He nods. "Give me a second." He pulls down his shorts and makes his black and white boxers visible. He grabs a pair of dark blue jeans and his leather jacket. I sit down on the bed and wait for him, eyeing him.

"What is it with you and black and white?" I ask.

He chuckles. "So, you've noticed. I don't know actually. I love how white is the colour of everything good, sin and heaven. Black is darkness, mysterious and night. I love how you can combine those two and have a beautiful juxtaposition."

"Seems like you do know, liar." I say.

He takes my hand and lifts me up my feet.

He smirks. "I do, now let's go."

He takes his car keys and wallet while I grab my purse.

We're off.