Be Mine ~ Zerrie ~

Chapter 15

I woke up 30 minutes ago and Zayn's still not awake. I'm still lying next to him, because I don't wanna go out. I like looking at his face. He looks so peaceful.

I take a look on my phone. It says. 7.45 am. Time wake his lazy butt.

'Zayn.' I say, shaking him lightly. He doesn't respond. Still asleep. Then we take the fun way.

'Zayn!!!' I yell.

'What?!' he asks, immediately awake and shocked from my screaming. I'm just laughing at his face.

'That wasn't funny.' he says, but then he starts to laugh too.

'C'mon, we need to get ready.' I tell him.

'Yea, right. Hey, when you were shopping with Waliyha last weekend, did you buy some bra's too?' he asks.

'Uhm, why are you asking this?' I laugh awkwardly.

'Well, if you didn't I won't mind going with you. You know, I have a very good taste, especially bra's.' he smirks.

'Well, that sucks, because I already bought some.' I say.

'Can I see?' he smirks.

'You will see them, sometime...' I smirk.

'I can wait.' he says and with that, I head to the bathroom.

When I'm just about to put my shirt on Zayn walks in, only in his boxers

'Really, Zayn? Really?' I ask.

He doesn't answer me, he just talks back to the the person on the phone. On my phone. Shit.

'Who is it?' I mouth to him. He puts his hand up to me as a sign that I need to be quiet.

'Uhm, yea, she's here. I'll give you to her. Wait a second.' he tells the person.

'It's your mom.' he whispers.

'What?' I ask. I'm sure I heard it wrong. It can't be my mom. She should wait with calling me, because it could bring my dad to me. He was a police agent. He could trace her phone or listen to our conversations or something, because he knows where she is now.

'It's your mom, answer.' he says.

He hands me my phone. Shakily I bring it to my ear.

'Hello?' I ask.

'Oh, hello Perrie.' she sounds different.

'Where do you need to talk about.' I ask rude.

'Oh, I just... wanna know where you are.' she asks doubtful.

'Why?' I ask.

'Because... I wanna see you!' she says.

'If you wanna see me, I better come to you.' I say.

'No, no! Don't... Because your father know where I am.'

'But you coming to Zayn's house is the same.' I explain my mom.

'No, because... Just give me the address.' she begs.

'Okay?' I say doubtfully.

'Hang on for a second.' I tell her.

I put my hand over the speaker.

'She wants to know your address. But I don't trust it.' I tell Zayn.

'Why not?' he asks.

'Do you trust it?' I ask.

'Yes. Well, no, but she wants to see you. That's a good thing right?' he says.

'But I can put your family in danger.' I remind him.

'How?' he asks.

'Well, my dad...' I start.

'Stop about your dad. Tell your mom

the address. Go on.' he says.

I nod, put the phone back to my ear and tell her the address.

'Okay. Bye hun. Watch out okay?' she warns me.

'Okay mum, bye!' And with that I hang up.

'See, was that so hard?' he asks.

'Okay, okay. Bye Zayn.' and I push him to the bathroom door.

'Is this one of your new ones?' he asks, pointing to my bra.

'Yes. What's the bra- thing with you?' I ask.

'Nothing. Just what is in it.' he smirks.

'Zayn!! Go. Away!' I say, while laughing.

'I need to get dressed too! And we will be late for school!' he exclaims.

'Alright then.' I sigh and let him in again.

'Thank you. I really appreciate that.' he says with the voice of miss. Grace, the very fussy history teacher, while putting his jeans on.

'You're welcome.' I answer, while kissing his lips shortly.

'Well, now you've activated some sort of feeling in me, and I need more.' he says, while smirking of course.

'Oops...' I say.

Zayn grabs me by my waist and pins me against the wall, my hands on his bare chest. He starts kissing me slow, but it quickly turns out in a heated kiss.

When his hands try to put my bra off I stop him.

'That was enough for today.' I say and walk back into his bedroom, picking up the shirt I left there.

(A/N I know it's short. I'm sorry!! Hey, check out my new story if you want. It's called Feisty. There won't be very quick updates, because I'm putting more time in this story. Love you. Vote and Comment. Bye!)