Counting Stars - A Zayn Malik FanFiction

Chapter 16

Holy shit. I don’t even know when the last time I updated. I have recently started my senior year of high school, and I’m stoked, but hella scared. All of my classes are easy peasy, lemon squeezy, so that has motivated me to write. I need you fuckers to remind me lol. I’m kidding, but I might need some help. I think I’ll set up an email or whatever. Who knows? But for now, I’m going to trust myself to update AT LEAST ONCE A WEEK. I know I’m a shit person, but I think you will live. NOW ONTO THE STORY! :D

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It’s been six weeks since I came home, and I’m starting to get used to being blind. I can even do laundry now! It’s like I have to learn how to be an adult all over again. I somehow convinced Zayn to let his little sisters come over so he’s not just babysitting me all the time. Safaa likes to help me do my hair before we go outside. I can’t do my own hair. I never have, and never will. At least before I was blind I could pin back stray hairs, but now I can’t even do that. Waliyha likes to do my makeup, which is awesome, but I hope I look alright. I’ve never been one to wear makeup. I tried a few times in high school, but that just let people call me a slut even more.

Doniya isn’t around much, probably because she’s always working or studying. She’s a couple years older than Zayn I believe.

Today I promised Waliyha and Safaa that Zayn and I would show them our food game.

“Can I wear a blindfold?” Safaa asks.

I place my hand on the counter and try to find a stool. One of the girls must have moved it, but just a tad. I climb up on the stool and face the counter.

“Why do you want to wear a blindfold?” I laugh.

“So the game is fair! You can’t see, so I don’t want to cheat!” Her answer sounds genuine and I smile.

“Well thank you dear. Zayn!” I call out.

“Yes, Bev?” He sounds like he’s in my room.

“One, why are you in my room? Also, would you find something to cover Safaa’s eyes?” I shout.

“I’m looking through your panty drawer!” Zayn shouts back. I hear Waliyha laugh, so she must be with him. “I’m finding a shirt for Waliyha. She spilt apple juice on herself. Would a bra work as a blindfold, Safaa?”

“Zayn!” Safaa complains.

I chuckle and wait for the dynamic duo to get back in the kitchen.

“Safaa, your blindfold, m’lady.”

“Thanks Zayn.” Safaa returns. It’s quiet for a few seconds before she says “I don’t know how you do this. I don’t like the dark.”

I laugh and Zayn says “Safaa..”

“It’s okay Zayn, it’s cute.” I chuckle. “It was hard to get used to, honestly. I cried and yelled a lot, but Zayn helped me.” I smile.

“I wish Zayn was nice to me like he is you.” Safaa laughs. “I think he likes you.” She giggles and whispers.

I whisper back, “Good, because I think I like him too.” I smile.

I hear someone clear their throat, and I can tell its Zayn. I blush because he probably heard my declaration of liking him, but oh well. What else do I have to lose?

“Shall we get started?” I ask changing the subject.

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WOW. I need to update more often. Thank you to everyone who still reads, even though I’m shit at updating.

I’ll try and write another chapter before Halloween (this Friday).

I love you! If you have any ideas, DM me on twitter, or snap me, or DM my Instagram! :D