Chasing Forever (Zayn Malik Fan-Fic)

Chasing Forever ( Chapter 5 )

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(Libby's P.O.V.)

My eyes fluttered open at the sudden brightness that flooded into the room. Sitting up, I stretched my arms above my head then glanced around, groggily. Only to have my eyes flash wider.

Where in bloody hell was I?

Then all of last night's events poured over me and I was left sniffling, kicking the sheets off my body.

Slipping out of what must've been Zayn's room, I tiptoed into the living room to find him sprawled out on the sofa, a blanket covering only his legs. This gave me a perfect view of Zayn's back and I bit my lip at the chiseled muscle that rippled over his shoulder blades as he twitched in his sleep. 

Knelt down beside him, I poked his shoulder, resting my chin in my palm. "Zayn," I whispered but he ignored me, mumbling something in his sleep and rolling over so that his back was facing me.

"Zayn." I growled, now stood and crossing my arms over my chest. When he didn't move, I kicked the sofa. "Wake the hell up, you damn bloke!"

Still nothing. 

With a wide smirk on my face, I strolled over to the back of the sofa. Rubbing my hands together, I took in a deep breath and lifted the bottom of the sofa until I heard a loud thud hit the floor and a groan. Placing the bottom gently back down, I leaned over the back and smiled down at him.

"The fuck was that for?" He moaned, rubbing his bum as he ran his hand through his disheveled hair.

I sat down on the sofa, crossing my legs and smiling wickedly down at him. "I tried waking you up nicely but you wouldn't. I'm hungry, as well."

Sighing, he sat up, facing me. I pressed my lips together, keeping my eyes locked with his golden ones instead of his bare chest. "What do you want to eat?" He grumbled, raking his hand over his face in an attempt to further awaken himself. "Want to go out somewhere?"

I furrowed my brows. "Your fans will see me."

Rising to his feet, he then shot me a glower. "And?" When I pressed my lips together, he stretched.

"If anyone gives you shit, Libbs, just say you're my best friend. It's not like you're my girlfriend, so you've got no reason to worry about it." He held out his hand.

Nodding, I took his hand and stood up. "Yeah, you're right." I whispered, then pressed my lips together. "But I don't have any clothes. What am I going to wear?"

Rubbing his eyes, Zayn pressed his lips together. "Um, I've probably got some girl clothing in the hallway closet." When I arched my brow and laughed, he quickly added. "From Harry's previous conquers, of course!"

Rolling my eyes, I strolled over to the closet, seeing a pair of bleached high-waisted shorts on a hanger. "These look really familiar..." I murmured, eyeing them as I held them up to my face.

"Did you say something?" Zayn's voice came from his room.

"No, it was nothing." I called back, slipping into the shorts and grabbing one of his black jumpers. Pulling the jumper over my head, I stepped into the washroom, only to come face-to-face with a completely nude Zayn. "Bloody hell, Zayn! Give me a warning next time?" I squealed as I jumped back, slamming the door shut.