Addicted z.m

Chapter 16

"I have to answer it," I tried to say but instead it came out muffled against his lips.

He groaned in annoyance. "Later," he pleading. My hand traveled from the back of his head to his jaw and I cradled it, pulling him deeper into the kiss for a single second.

He let his guard down for that second and I broke away. He frowned, trying to pull me back to him but I placed a finger to his lips.

"One minute," I promised. He rolled his eyes and I grabbed my phone off of the bed. "Hello?"

"Hey, is everything alright?" Niall's Irish accent erupted through the speaker.

"Yeah, everything's fine." I assured.

"Do you need me to come over?" He offered.

"Oh that won't be necessary."

"So what did his face look like when you told him off?" Niall asked.

I watched as Zayn picked his shirt up off the floor and pulled it on. When his head popped through the collar, he ran his hands through his hair then met my eyes.

"Spencer?" Niall spoke.

Zayn gave me a questioning look as to why I was staring at him and I bit my nail, turning my back to him.

"Yeah," I responded.

"Please tell me you put that asshole in his place." He said in a warning tone.

Zayn's arms wrapped around my torso and he rested his chin on my shoulder. "Who is it?" He whispered.

"Not exactly..." I answered Niall. "Look, Niall, can we just discuss this tomorrow?"

"Oh I'm sorry, did I interrupt?" his voice mocked. "I'll just leave you guys to it. I hope he doesn't lose his tongue in your throat."

"Niall-"

"Call when you finally learn the meaning of sanity." And he hung up. I tossed my phone on the bed and sighed. I hated when we got into arguments like this. They were stupid and I knew it was just the jealousy talking. But I never truly understood what it was that made him hate Zayn so much. I refused to believe jealousy could put so much hatred in on little Irish man.

"Do I really piss him off that much?" Zayn's voice entered my thoughts.

I turned my head to look at him and he carried a frown upon his face. I turned my whole body to face him and held onto one of his hands. "Niall has his own issues to deal with. For some reason, he just finds you as the perfect target to take his anger out on."

He left my gaze for our hands and I frowned. I lifted his chin with my free hand, causing him to meet my eyes again. "Don't listen to him," I demanded softly. "Nothing that he says could ever change the way I feel about you."

He kissed my head then pulled me to the bed. He lied down, leaving one arm sprawled out and gestured for me to lay with him. I followed his actions and faced my back to him. He let the tips of his fingers brush along my arm until he reached my hand and entwined our fingers, pressing his chest to my back.

"You drive me insane, you know that?" He whispered

"Is that a bad thing?" I questioned.

"I haven't figured that out yet."

I felt myself doze as he slightly placed his chin in the crook of my neck. He caught me off guard by humming softly in my ear. It was the same melody he had been singing in the shower. I smiled to myself, squeezing his hand gently before falling into slumber's grasp.

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Zayn's POV

"Spencer do yo- Oh." I heard a voice as I was pulled out of sleep.