Smile For Me (One direction fanfiction)

Can This Get Any Worse?

I woke up feeling like a sock was stuffed in my mouth and my head was banging. I was feeling like I partied all night and was having the mother of all hangovers in the world.

After all the drama in the morning me and Niall came back home to watch some mindless TV and then I fell asleep on the couch, I don’t know how I ended up in my room.

 Not being able to tolerate the sock feeling in my mouth anymore I got up, brushed my teeth and went into the kitchen to hunt for something to drink.

 Passing the TV room on the way I see the TV still on and a figure asleep on the couch. Dismissing the person as Niall I continued towards the kitchen and poured myself a glass of watermelon juice and took it back with me to the TV room.

 I see Niall’s legs hanging of the couch and laugh at the poor boys attempted to fit himself on the couch. I move closer to wake him up and send him to his room to sleep so he does wake up with a crick but freeze when I get closer.

That’s not Niall.

Shit what is he doing here?

 Zayn moves in his sleep and I turn into a statue making no movement that will wake him up.

Slowly I back away from the couch but end up bumping into a side table with a vase on it. But me being a ninja I dive toward the falling vase and catch it before it was going to drop on the floor.

I landed on my stomach on the carpet a little winded but happy I dint break the damn thing and wake up the whole neighbourhood and he who shall not be named , on the couch. But luck didn’t seem to be on my side when my breath is completely knocked out when the bloody side table falls on me and I let out a ‘oofff….’

‘what the hell’ I hear someone say and my eyes widen in realization that I woke Zayn up and have to face him now but when I look up I see Zayn still fast asleep on the couch.

But then who spoke.

‘God?’ I whisper up to the ceiling

‘what the fuck are you doing on the floor’ the voice responds back.

Wow god can curse and he had an amazing British accent and a really really nice voice.

Wait a minute

I turn towards the entrance door way and see Harry leaning against the door way and watching me with an amused expression on his face.

This day just gets worse and worse.

 I immediately scamper up righting the table which has been on top of me, placing the vase back in its rightful place.

‘What just happened?’ harry ask a little too loudly and I quickly shush him running towards him and placing my hand against his mouth, shoving him into the kitchen.

‘Not so loud’ I whisper back to him, moving my hand away from his mouth, pointing toward the Zayn asleep in the TV room

With that a mischievous look passes over his face and harry speaks again in a louder voice

‘What? I can’t hear you Ash’ harry says, almost shouting out my name.

I growl at him and immediately get his head in a head lock but that was probably the most stupid thing I cause he start shouting out for help in a girly tone.

‘Help help me somebody!’ harry shrills out ‘I'm being assaulted in here’

‘You’re so dead harry’ I tell I'm trying to cover his mouth but he keeps dogging my had and keeps shouting

‘help me Zayn help me’

And the next thing you know a shoe come flying towards me, narrowly missing my head and Zayn comes running after it into the kitchen brandishing his other shoe in this hand with his jeans hanging low on his waist and his shirt all crooked, flashing some of those yummy abs and his hair all mused up from sleep.

To say he looked adorable would be an understatement.

All I could do was stare at him and he at us. I still had Harry in a headlock and my other hand covering his eyes instead of his mouth since he kept moving.

Immediately I shove harry away from me and I straighten my cloths and turning away from Zayn. If I kept looking at him I might end up adding another stupid in my whole list of stupid for today, like kissing him

I move towards the shelves and start preparing a bowl of cereal for me to keep my hand occupied and not strangle Harry Styles.

When no one says anything for a whole minute the air becomes more awkward than standing with an unknown person in a lift.

‘Okay I'm just gonna go…. Change my sock’ harry says sending me a secret grin and walking back the way he had come.

And then there were two.

I wonder why he came in the first place.

‘So…’ Zayn says breaking the silence that was left behind after harry went away.

I turn back to look at him scratching the back of his head and sending me a shy smile. He had straightened his clothes and somewhat fixed his hair and when he sent he that cute shy smile it took all I had to prevent myself from awing.

Seriously guys it was like when u saw a baby kitten napping looking all cosy kind of aweeee…

I could just imagine the kitten opening his eyes and letting out an adorable yawn……

I was snapped out of my daze when I see a hand wave in front of my face.

‘I'm sorry what?’ I ask Zayn who coved the distance between us looking at me with a conserved expression.

‘I asked if you were alright’ he says again, a little slower like he’s talking to a dumb person

I roll my eyes at him and push his still waving hand away from my face.

‘I'm fine’ I tell him and try to putting a little more distance between us since I was getting those weird tingling feeling again like the ones I got in the coffee shop today morning from being so close to him.

But I think I used up all of my ninja moves for today since I ended up slipping on a little bit of milk I had spilled while pouring cereal and falling flat down on the ground, kicking Zayn’s legs out from under him and him falling on top of me.

Knocking the breath out of me.

Again.

Getting crushed by him.

Again.

The universe hates me.

‘Shit! I'm so sorry ‘ Zayn exclaiming pushing himself up a little bit so his face was directly in line with mine and that stupid desire I squashed before, of kissing him senseless, came back with a vengeance.

The kitchens lights were right above us so was casting shadows across Zayn’s face but his eyes with glittering like a river of chocolate his lashes were casting shadows on his cheeks and his cheek bones stood out along with his jaw line. I wanted to lift my hands up and trail it across his hair and along his jaw to his pink lips which were parted, letting out small puffs of warm breath ruffling my hair.

But my hands were like lead and my eyes were glued to his, not being able to depict the emotion In his eyes.

I wanted to open my mouth and say something, anything to break this haze that had settled over me but I couldn’t. It was like but brain just stopped functioning. I was like one of those stupid tongue tied girls in the books Chelsea reads. All I could do was stare.

And like the universe just wanted this day of mine to be in the history of the most worst days ever; harry, Niall, Liam and Louis walk into the apartment arguing over something but stop short of when they see me on the floor

With Zayn on top of me.

‘At least they weren’t killing each other’ Louis says with a smile toward us.

Fuck my life.