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Chapter 11

Brianna's POV

The thought of waking up pains me. Dragging my zombie-self out of this heavenly bed into Satan's kingdom that is work pains me even more. I feel as if I'm trapped under a heavy load not being able to get up. Oh, wait I am. I am actually trapped. As I lie on my front, my back facing upwards, I twist my arm to whatever degrees it has to be twisted to feel what's on top of me - more like who's on top of me.

"Zayn, you're crushing me."

No response.

"Zayn, you're crushing me," I say this time slurring the words, hoping he hears. I don't want to wake him up, but this isn't particularly comfortable either so, I have to.

I've always known he's a heavy sleeper.

"Zayn."

He grumbles.

"Zayn," by now my tone is demanding yet groggy, all at once.

He finally mumbles a "what" and I don't hesitate to say that he's crushing me.

I'm a morning person. The whole opposite of him. They say opposites attract. Okay, then.

He moves away and shifts, facing away from me.

"You know it's Monday, right?"

"Mhmm.."

"And that we have to be at work by ten?"

"Mhmm.."

"And that it's already eight thirty?"

He springs up and I don't even put any effort into stifling my laughter. He holds his head with his hands on either sides of it.

"Argh.."

"You okay?"

"My head hurts when I get up fast," he groans and I move closer to him. Putting my index fingers on either sides of his forehead, I start massaging in a circular motion and the moan which escapes his lips screams 'you're doing it right, Brianna'.

As I fasten the pace, he lies on his back, his head on my lap. No, you're not to sleep again, Mister.

Getting out of the house from my window and down the emergency ladder saved us a good fortune of time from having an awkward encounter with my parents. I got ready by nine and took the stairs two at a time ... because I'm such a punctual person, I guess.

Grabbing a banana, I yell a goodbye to my parents cuddled up on the sofa watching The Notebook. Probably a day off, but The Notebook, really? And this early? Not even going to get started on that.

One knock and I'm greeted by Zayn in his usual acid washed skinny jeans, a flannel and some rich-looking brown boots. That is very un-Zayn-likely.

"Hey," I greet as I check him out, trying my best to make it less obvious.

"You look dashing." His greeting isn't normal. I mumble a quick 'thanks' and step on to the porch while he locks the door while telling me about his Grandma's day out with her "old lady mates", as Zayn puts it.

Bus ride to work isn't boring like usual as Zayn keeps going on and on about how his grandma keeps teasing him about our relationship.

The day goes on slow as a snail and during break I decide to go to the local library to grab some books and return the ones I've already borrowed.

"Hey, I'm heading to the library, maybe grab a burrito afterwards. Do you wanna come?" I smile hoping he'd say yes.

"No, I'll stay back and finish these up." And it fades and he notices. "Hey hey hey! It's nothing against you, I just want to stay in today and also talk to Tom a little, maybe." He motions towards Tom with his head and I stiffen, "you don't have to worry," he adds in giving me a soft smile and kissing my forehead before muttering a "be safe and don't be late" to me.