When I wake up in the morning it is too damn bright, and I feel like my head is spinning. I can feel the alcohol from last night starting to force it's way back out. I run to the bathroom, getting there just in time for the contents of my stomach to fall out. I don't remember much of last night. I'm sure that I talked to Zach and Tom, and danced with Zayn. I vaguely remember dancing on a bar, and that's the extent of it.
After I feel like all of my organs are in the toilet, I flush, then get off the floor to wash my face and brush my teeth. I open the door, not seeing anyone in the bed. It's almost 2PM; I must've drank a lot of alchol last night. I don't have any pants on, only Zayn's shirt and my undergarments. Zayn's clothes are scattered on the floor. What the fuck happened last night?
I open the door to go into the hallway. I soon find myself in the kitchen, grabbing a few Tylenol to calm my headache. Zayn's in there, standing in his boxers while he cooks something.
"I made cheese quesadillas," Zayn smiles, sliding one onto a plate.
"Thank you, Zayn. You're the best."
"Not even close. How are you feeling?"
"Shitty. I have a headache and my body is sore and I just threw up every organ in my body."
"That's what happens when you drink more than the average alcoholic can." Zayn turns towards me, grabbing me by the waist. I pull him down so I can kiss him softly. "So what do you actually remember from last night?"
"Well, I remember talking to Zach and Tom, and dancing with you, and I think I may have danced on a bar, but that's a bit groggy."
"So you don't remember our banging sex?"
"We, uh? Shit, I'm not on birth control and condoms aren't very reliable. Zayn, what if I'm pregnant?! Fuck, I can't get pregnant now, I've-"
"I'm kidding, babe," Zayn chuckles, kissing my forhead. "You did dance on the bar, and you had a lot of free drinks because of that. And we came back and I found you only in your undergarments until I gave you my shirt. And then you made me sleep in my boxers instead of my sweats. And then we, uh, went to bed."
"You're so mean. Did I say anything stupid?"
"Uh, no, no, you didn't."
"You sound so sure of that. What did I say?"
"It wasn't anything bad."
"Tell me, Zayn. Or I won't kiss you ever again."
"It's not vulgar. You just said that you want us to be official, and that drunk words are sober thoughts."
"Fuck, I'm so embarrassing. Forget I fucking said that."
"It is true, though?"
"Zayn-"
"Sydney, I want to know if it is true."
"Okay, yeah, it is. Fuck my life."
"Don't say that."
"I'm so fucking embarrassed." I bury my face in my hands.
"Don't be." Zayn pulls my hands away, kissing me softly. "Now, eat your quesadilla, hungover one."
"Aren't you hungover too?"
"I got drunk but I didn't drink nearly as much as you, babe. I nursed my hangover before you woke up."
"Whatever. I regret nothing."
"No ragrets?"
"No ragrets," I confirm, taking a bite of the quesadilla in front of me. "Oh my god, this is delicious."
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safety// z.malik
Fanfiction«you saved me. thank you.» in which the two broken people fall in love, and maybe, just maybe, mend each other ........... characters are not affiliated with their real life personality. this work is purely fiction.
