The Strings Attached | Zayn Malik

Chapter 11

"Sweating is healthy!"

"Yeah, but not hygienic."

Waking up from the blinding sun in my eyes I notice my disgusting drool all over Liam's and Niall's expensive white pillows. "Shit," I swore under my breath. Using my best rubbing skills I ostensibly got the drool off without anyone noticing.

It is only nine in the morning and I am already stressed and belabored for the day.

Sitting up, I rub my eyes and comb through my hair with my fingers finding knots every now and then. Seeing that my hair revels in being a disastrous mess I decided to put it in a braid before another guy says they like my "morning look."

I walk into the perplexed kitchen grabbing cereal that was half empty and was spilt all over one of the four chairs at the tan rectangular table that laid in the middle of the disgusting colored yellow room. Searching for a spoon to use I hear Liam grumble a "morning" to me. I nod replying with a greeting as well.

"You know, I think guests should feed the host," Liam gives a sloppy grin at me. He was obviously still exhausted.

Amused I reply, "No way in hell. I can't cook if the Queen herself asked me to." Liam laughs along with me and grabs the cereal that was in my grasp.

In bright blue letters I read that the milk I searched for in the crowded fridge was expired a week ago. Disgusted I threw it away, dumping the remains of the chunky milk into the dish-filled sink. "What did you do that for?" Liam asks.

"It was expired a week ago, it went bad." I shrug eating the cereal without any milk.

"I can't eat cereal without milk!" I shrug ignoring his pointless bickering.

"Guys! Come on we have to go to an interview!" I hear someone shout opening the door. There stood Zayn Malik looking as if he could sleep at that moment standing up.

"Zayn!" I rush to him pulling him to the couch. Feeling as if I was a mother, I questioned his sleeping habits. Before I could continue to interrogate him I hear soft snores coming from his slightly opened mouth.

Grabbing the itchy maroon blanket beside him I pulled it over his lanky body and laid him across the couch.

Liam finished watching my actions and walked off saying something about getting Niall.

After our farewells, I drove back the hotel I am staying at and went to Jack's room. Knocking, I hear shuffles of movement inside. I knock again. No response. Grabbing my purse I had loosely around my shoulder I find my tools. Taking out my long, silver equipment I glance at my choices lying down in a row.

After clicking and turning at the door finally Jack stood in front of me. His hands seemingly not knowing where to go, they lace into each others' long fingers. Sweat fell from him and his eyes looked tired but amped on the same time. "Are you on drugs?" I half whispered half yelled. Standing up from my position from the floor next to the door I walked inside seeing different types of gym equipment scattered around the cramped room.

I continue to look around remembering that I have not gone to his room before. Breathing in each groping detail I aimlessly move to his black couch that my room has as well.

"Intense workout?" I nervously chuckle when I sit down. Jack joins me now more awake than before. His tan hands clasp around his blue plastic water bottle as he drinks deeply. After a minute of constant sounds of his gulping he responds with a groan. Putting his now empty water bottle down on his glass topped table in front of him, he reaches up to his hair and ruffles it to what seems a perfect mess.

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Definitions:

Belabor: to worry about

Revel in: to take great pleasure in

Short chapter with basically no need to be here. Oh well!

Important:

I wanted to explain the top of each chapter.

Each chapter contains a short conversation. It either will tie up the last chapter to the current one or give a sneak peak of the current chapter.

They rarely (if not never) show up in context though.

Ok thank you!

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Thanks again!

Tory x