That's How We Fell! (ft.Zayn Malik)

Chapter 37

A/N: Update 2!

Happy New Year's Eve again!

Happy Reading!

K xx

~Ray~

I woke up, early in the morning, squinting at the the sudden burst of light that hit my pupils. I rolled over only to find a piece of paper on the other side of the bed. I frowned, scrunching my eyebrows as I picked the pice of paper that was neatly folded. I opened it and a wide smile appeared on my lips.

Rachael,

Morning. I've got business to attend to and so I left early. I'll see you in the evening.

-Zayn xx

I smiled and placed the note in my bedside draw, getting ready for my scheduled day.

-

I was busy with another bunch of rehearsals for our upcoming album launch. I had missed a few, hanging out with Zayn after Nan's incident and so.. yeah.

I had a huge smile on as I walked into Zayn's flat, late that night. I had an amazing day at the rehearsals and had no reason not to smile.

So what if I skipped rehearsals?!

I still sounded good, not to brag though.

As I made my way through the living room, the strong smell of beer and smoke and something disturbing hit my nostrils.

I cringed slightly, scrunching my nose as I finally found Zayn on the couch, taking a drag from a more stout cigarette. I frowned and my eyes widened as I put the pieces together.

What the actual f**k? He is smoking a joint again?!

"Z-Zayn?" I stuttered as I sauntered towards the dark haired boy sprawled on the couch. I evaded all the beer bottles that were carelessly thrown and the stubbed cigarettes.

I plopped down next to him on the couch, dropping my bag on the coffee table.

Zayn noticed my presence and looked up at me in an apologetic and pitiful manner.

"Go away!" he muttered as he continued to drag the substance. I shifted closer to him and gently pulled the joint off his hand and stubbed it in the ash tray.

Zayn didn't protest though he frowned.

Well that's a first!

"Are you high?" I asked as my hand slowly cupped his jaw, my thumb caressing his prominent cheek bone. He shut his eyes for a minute before he opened his eyes, and nodded.

I sighed, deeply. "How many?"

He froze but then giggled. "I don't know, Ray! I lost count!"

Oh no! His emotions are all over the place. Guilty, Frowning, Giggly..! What else?

"Zayn!" I sighed again.

"Go to your room, Ray! I don't what you seeing me like this!" He mumbled.

I shifted again, this time inching closer to him. "Why?"

Zayn looked at me with a confused look on his face. "Why what?" he asked.

He seemed genuinely confused.

"Zayn, why did you get high?" I asked and gestured towards the beer bottles and used up joints.

He shook his head. "I don't-"

"You have to tell, Zayn! It can make you feel better!" I argued.

He bit his lip. "I went over to meet my family!" he confessed.