He's No Good - Zayn Malik

Chapter 66: Honesty

I live at my sister's place at the moment so up until today I literally haven't had 5 minutes alone so I wasn't able to write and update until today :/ 

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Zayn's POV 

After my disagreement with Jason I had sort of planned to go for a piss and maybe even skip next class as well to take some time to clear my head, but I can't go to the bathroom without passing Zoe's locker - and of course she's there and has already spotted me. Great.

I bite into my lip and decide I'd better stop and say hi even though right now I'd much rather flee and kick myself internally for fucking shit up again. But I really think Jason fucking deserved a little threat if not more, I feel like he's fucking stabbed me in the back.

I give her a faint smile as I approaches he, walking maybe a bit too fast.
She looks really hot today. It's strange how people talk about us as if we're complete opposites - well people like Liam and probably my friends - I mean yes, maybe I'm sometimes a bit arrogant and rude some would say, while she's more nice and friendly I guess.

I mean it's not like she dresses all girly-girl and in all pastel colors and shit. She wears mostly black and white like me, and like sneakers, jeans and eyeliner stuff.

We're both pretty chilled, like I like to just chill out and listen to music or watch tv or do nothing and she likes to read books and watch Twilight or whatever.
We do disagree and have different opinions about certain things, but I think we're like the perfect fit after all.  

She's a bit nosy at times but then again I don't think I give that much away so it might not be without reason.
It doesn't bother me, like I guess it means that she cares.

Either way I think she's perfect for me.

- "Hey," she gives me a bit of a weird glace, straying a strand of hair away from her face as I give her a quick hug. "You look so serious," she grins and kisses me, engulfing me in her sweet but perfect perfume that reminds me so much of the heated nights we've spend together.

She looks at me with her arms around my neck, while mine rest on her hips, giving them a light squeeze.
- "Yeah uh-" might as well tell the truth. "I went down at the station," I shrug and she tilts her chin upwards a bit.

- "Oh. Complications?" she raise her eyebrows.

- "No it's - I just hate being there," I say. "And Jason and I had an argument just now, so I'm a bit torn up, sorry," I try to smile but I don't know if it's convincing enough.

- "Yeah?" she looks worried but I don't want her to be, this is my problem and I'll figure it out just fine.

- "Mm," I hum and put my hand on the side of her neck and my thumb on her jaw, lightly tilting her head up a bit.

I catch her glancing at my lips before I press them lightly against hers again to try and distract her thoughts away from the topic, making me feel a strange wave of heat from within as she kisses me back, her fingers running through the hair in my neck.

I part my lips to deepen the kiss hoping that I don't taste too much like cigarettes, but she doesn't seem to mind at all and of fucking course she has to tug at my leather jacket by the pockets, and avert her attention to the plastic bag covered knife sticking out of my pocket.

Fucking hell.

- "What's that?" she grins, and knitters with the plastic, frowning as I pull away.
I reach into my pocket and hand it to her with a sigh, knowing that she'll probably make a big deal out of this.

"Is that a knife?" she asks holding it up, glancing at it.

I scratch my nose, biting my cheek.

- "Yes. Look, Friday when we got pulled over, two of my friends had smoked pot in my car right? So they did a search and found that in the glove compartment," I explain, as she glances at me with furrowed eyebrows. "It's legal and it's never used. I just got it from someone once and put it there and forgot about it. I swear," I say, as she hands me the knife again and I flip it over in my palm before sliding it back into my pocket.

- "Well thanks for telling me," she says sarcastically, her eyes avoiding mine as if struggling between being angry and disappointed.

- "I know. I'm sorry, it was just so stupid of me to have it in my car so I didn't want you to know. I'm sorry okay?" I try to speak in a low voice since the hallway has started to fill with students.

She chews on her lip for a bit, furrowing her eyebrows before looking at me again.
- "So the police took it?" she asked and I nod. "That's the real reason why they called you the other day," she says, clearly annoyed that I didn't just tell her back then.

- "Yeah," I admit.

- "So you lied," she states.


- "I would have told you if had been something serious, but I was just ashamed is all," I take a small step towards her, closing the distance between us again and try to lean in to kiss her but she cringes slightly and I pull away again.

- "I know, I'm a jerk," I say, lacing my fingers through hers, gaining a small smile from her.

- "You are," she says, tilting her head with an amused pout on her lips.

Was that it?

- "Right. Anyway I was wondering if you're doing anything today," I say.

Might as well change the subject.

- "I can't sorry, it's my dad's birthday so we're going out," she say and checks her phone with a frown. "And we gotta get to class," she smiles and pulls out a note pad and a pencil from her locker.
Hm.

- "Alright then I'll probably have you sneak me in around 10 yeah?" I kiss her forehead, and give her shoulder a light squeeze before I make my way to the bathroom before she can say no.

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Harry's POV


Louis is busy not-so-subtly copying my notes as Zoe sits down on the other side of me, getting out her own note pad and a sharp blue pencil.

- "Hey, what's up?" she says and gives me bright smile and leans back in her chair, pulling a hand through her wavy hair.
I can't help but notice she smells like Zayn.

- "Hi," I say and give her a smile as she raises an eyebrow at Louis who just gives her a small wave, his eyes focused on the few sentences I've highlighted in my notes.
He's always doing that, but it's alright I guess.


Zoe's phone which she has places on the desk between out elbows, lights up with a  2 times with different notifications during Mrs. Hudson's lesson, but she seems too busy writing notes to notice, while yawning looking like she could doze off any minute.

As it lights up for the 3rd time I gently brush my elbow against hers, and she glances at me as I nod towards her phone just as the class ends.

Sexy Zayn <3:
- No seriously, is it okay if I come over?

Sexy Zayn? Reall?
I remember I noticed it too back when I texted him from Zoe's phone after having followed her home after he'd sort of tried to force himself on her at that party - or that's what it looked like anyway.

I glance at her again, as her eyes roam the lock screen as well.
Awkward.

- "Oh my god," she looks at me and grins, covering her mouth with her hand, locking her phone. "I swear he typed that in himself. Like ages ago," she shakes her head and unlocks her phone again to read the text message looking slightly embarrassed.

- "Sure,"
What a guy.


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Zoe's POV


Sure enough, at around 10 as I am tucked under my duvet watching MTV, after having been out for dinner with my parents, I receive a text from Zayn.

- Is the coast clear? I'm parked at my mum's.
I should really change that name though.

Feeling a bit ridiculous, I turn my TV off and leave my room and go downstairs to check on my parents, who are luckily not in the living room so my dad is probably in his office, or else they have both gone to bed already.

I text back, walking to the entrance and opening the door slightly, letting the freezing cold November air stream in.
- Clear

I back away from the door a bit, wrapping my arms around myselfto protect myself from the cold until I hear Zayn's footsteps from outside and he sticks his head inside with a cheeky grin on his face.
- "Hey,"

- "Hey," I say as he closes the door.

He takes his jacket off and hangs it next to mine before hesitating with his shoes.
- "Should I bring my stuff upstairs? Like would they cool with me staying over?" he frowns adorably and I notice his hair has a slight shine to it and is pulled back suggesting that it's raining a bit outside.

I shrug.
I don't know to be honest. I can't really imagine them getting mad over it or anything, like I think they try their best to be cool about it.

- "Well I guess there's no way to sneak out unnoticed tomorrow anyway," he says. "I mean the window's quite a jump," he jokes.

- "They'll already be gone to work by the time we get up, so actually there is," I smile and he seems to consider it for a bit, and then decides to bring it upstairs with us.


I feel his hand on my bum as we enter my room trying not to make too much noise, and he chuckles into my ear as he pulls me into his chest giving me a brief kiss and making himself comfortable of my bed.


I hear the door to my dad's office opens and closes again and I hold my breath as I hear a knock on my door.
- "Night, Zoe," my dad says through the door, Zayn's face holding a mischievous grin, his teeth biting into his bottom lip.


- "Good night," I say, joining Zayn on the bed as I hear him making his way downstairs.


- "That could have been awkward," I say and turn on the TV again, letting Zayn wrap his arm around me.

- "We should sneak around more often, it's exciting," he chuckles, running his hand through his damp hair.

- "Yeah but you aren't getting any though," I point out, switching channel while grinning at him.

- "I know. It just gets lonely at home and I wanted to see you," he smirks and lies down, covering his mouth while he yawns and I can't help but admire the way his jaw muscle contracts. "I'm tired as fuck anyway, what about you?"

I nod. It's only 10 but I wouldn't mind an early night.
- "Go to bed?" I ask, and he gives me a lazy nod and collects his toothbrush from the pocket of his jacket and enters the bathroom.


I turn off the TV again and step out of my clothes, slipping into an oversized T-shirt and a pair of shorts as Zayn is finished in the bathroom, and lets his eyes roam my bare legs before pulling his own shirt over his head, as I enter the bathroom to get ready as well.


Zayn is already in bed and has turned most of the light off, only leaving the small lamp on my night stand on, allowing me to navigate my way into bed.


I join him under the duvet and into the comfortable warmth created by Zayn's half naked body as I feel him scoot closer, wrapping an arm lightly around my waist so our chests are touching.

I can feel his slow heartbeat and his hot minty breath blending with my own as he presses his soft lips against mine, making my mind cloudy.

His fingers draw circles into the skin on my waist through the thin T-shirt and our legs get tangled together under the duvet.

He opens his mouth a bit and I do the same as he slips the tip of his tongue past my lips, and he kiss deepens while the hand he has kept on my waist moves to my neck, tilting my head back a bit to kiss me harder, his heartbeat gradually picking up speed.

He pulls away a bit, his eyes gleaming.
- "And this is where I get aroused," he chuckles, rolling away from me and onto his back taking a deep breath looking up in the ceiling with a small smile on his face.


I roll onto my back as well as slightly sweaty hand finds mine and he laces his fingers through mine.

- "Zoe?"

I glance at him, admiring his beautiful profile, his hair now a perfect mess.

- "I've really fallen for you, you know?"
He says in a soft voice, making me all giddy inside, while he keeps his eyes focused on the white ceiling in an almost shy way.

I don't know what to reply, so I give his hand a squeeze and turn the lights off and cuddle into his warm chest, waiting two minutes until he falls asleep before I close my eyes as well.

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