Good Girl Gone Bad (Zayn Malik Fanfic)

Chapter 4

A/N - It's been awhile & I apologize. I haven't had time, but I'm updating! Yay! (: Okay so, I figured out the person who will be Grace. Ready for it?! *drum roll* IT'S...ARIANA GRANDE! Yes, I know Grace had brown hair but you'll see why I picked her in the next chapter. Another thing, I'm gonna start posting the outfit Grace is wearing for the day. This is the outfit Grace is wearing to the mall: http://www.polyvore.com/park_with_niall/set?id=55322868

NOW, ENJOY! (:

x0x0, Heidiee.

*GRACE'S POV*

I was woken up by the sun, piercing through the window and straight in my eyes. I groaned, burying my face deep into the pillow. I didn't want to get up yet. Laying there for a fee minutes, I gave up and sat up, yawning. I liked around the room, noticing it wasn't mine. I must've fallen asleep in one of Liam's guest bedrooms.

I removed the covers and went to the bathroom. "Woah." I mumbled when I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked like a hot mess. I put my hair in a messy bun and washed off the bit of makeout I had on. I walked downstairs, looking for everyone. It was strangely quiet. After searching everywhere, I gave up and went into the kitchen. On the counter was a piece of paper reading:

Grace,

Went out to get breakfast. Didn't want to wake you and Zayn wouldn't get up. Bring you back something. Be back soooooon.

- Eleanor xx

I sighed. Of course they wouldn't wake me. My stomach started to growl and I hoped they would hurry back. I grabbed a cup from the cupboard and filled it up with water, taking a sip. Hearing footsteps getting closer, I turned around, seeing a very sleepy Zayn.

"Good morning." Zayn said, yawning and sitting down on a still at the counter.

I smiled at him. "Good morning, sleepy head." I laughed, taking another sip.

Zayn half smiled, obviously still tired. He looked around, "Where is everyone?" He asked, looking back at me.

I looked at him, sitting my cup down on the counter. "They went out for breakfast. Apparently, they didn't want to wake me and you wouldn't wake up." I smiled slightly, "But, they're bringing us back food." I said.

He nodded, biting his lip as he kept his eyes on me. I kept my eyes on him, finally his eyes. His eyes were a dark, mysterious shade of brown. They were magnificent. And our course, I would look like crap right now. Just awesome.

I decided to break our stare as I grabbed for my eater, drinking the rest of it and putting the cup in the sink. I twirled around, placing ny hands on the sink behind me. "Zayn, can I ask you something?"

He looked up from his head and nodded, "Yeah." He said, softly.

I bite my lip and scratched my neck. "Um, what happened last night...?" I asked, kinda regretting what I just asked. I hope I didn't act stupid.

"You don't remember?!" He asked with a chuckle.

I shook my head and he smiled, "Well, I dared you to-"

I cut him off, "I know that part. I mean, after that..."

He sighed, running through his hair. "After about your...third drink, you were a bit tipsy. You started to song rather loudly and dance. Uh, you cursed at Eleanor for calling you Madeline." He continued. "You pulled me and told me to dance with you, but I told you I couldn't. And then...." He said, trailing off and biting his lip.

I looked at him, "And what?" I said, wanting him to continue.

He smirked a bit, "You hit on me." He winked.