Heartless

Chapter 12

Carissa's POV

When I wake up, a sudden emotion runs through me.

Happy.

I feel happy, and my wild smile says it all. There's no words to describe how I feel about him now. Where does this leave us?

When I look up, Zayn is still laying beside me, lightly snoring. He has a slight stubble on his chin, giving his cheek bones a more defined look. My free hand goes to his morning hair, running through them.

A grunt elicits from him, making me stop my movements.

"Why did you stop?" He asks, his eyes still closed.

"I thought that you didn't like it," I say as I snuggle closer to him.

"I liked it," he opens his eyes and smiles at me, "but I'm awake now." I let go of him so he can slip out of bed. He grabs his briefs and slips them on before ripping the sheets from me, the sudden cold air making my body shiver.

"Zayn!" I try to grab the sheets but he throws it on the floor.

"I like you better like this," he smirks as he heads into the bathroom, shutting the door.

I use the time to change into a new pair of sweats, and a T-shirt as Zayn opens the bathroom door.

"I'm going to go to my place for a bit and you're coming with me so," he grabs his clothes and throws his shirt at me, "wear that."

"Why?" I look at the clothing before at him.

"So my mates know that you're mine," he growls. His sudden mood change causes me to take my shirt off, and slip on his. The scent of him causes me to inhale deeply, making him chuckle.

"Let's go," I start walking out, but he decides to carry me.

"What're you doing?" He doesn't say anything as he pulls my sweats down, throwing them in the bedroom.

"You look nice with your bare legs," he explains as my body is put back on the ground.

"Oh," is all I can say as we leave my apartment, and walk into Zayn's.

The boys are still at Zayn's flat.

"Just wait next to sleeping Niall while I get cleaned up," Zayn says as he walks away.

When I sit down on the couch, Niall stirs in his sleep and accidentally wraps an arm around me.

"Mmm, Zayn you smell really nice, like flowers," he smiles as he breathes deeply. I try to hold in my laugh as he keeps mumbling sweet things, thinking that I'm Zayn.

His hands go to my breast, cupping it as I inhale sharply.

"Zayn? Why do you have boobs?" Niall's eyebrows furrow as he starts squeezing it.

"Because that's Carissa idiot," Zayn's voice says. Looking up, Zayn is standing in front of me, eyebrows raised.

"Wha-?" Niall's eyes open to meet mine, and then his hand. "Oh.."

"Um yeah," I can feel my cheeks heat up as he smirks at me, and starts groping my left boob.

"Niall!" Zayn scolds and pulls me up, my chest hitting his. I pull away from him and stand awkwardly as he laces his fingers with mine.

"Oh! I see," Niall smirks and sits up, "you guys f.ucked."

"Not exactly." Zayn says, rubbing the back of his head.

"Then what did you guys do?"

Zayn's POV

"Well," I walk over to Harry and push him on the floor, causing him to grunt. Pulling Carissa on my lap, I continue to talk. "She gave me a b.lowjob."