Breathe {Zayn Malik}

Chapter 7: Right side,Wrong bed

Wattpad deleted this chapter! Yay for re-writing, because you know its all I live for! Just kidding, Wattpad, I still love you. but seriously, Get your act together, Please.

The sound of boys snickering woke me up. Thinking it was just Mason, I pulled the blanket around me tighter, and changed the position of my legs, snuggling further into the warm blanket. I was not gonna let his childish games wake me up.

I suddenly noticed something warm around my waist, holding me tightly in place.

"Awe, look at them." A voice that sounded like Niall's cooed. I looked up as much as I could at him, only to see All of the One Direction boys minus Zayn staring back at me.

"You just couldn't wait, could you?" Louis mocked, and smirked. Harry copied him, Liam tried to contain a giggle, and Niall just stood with a surprised look on his face.

"What? What are you even doing here?" I asked them bluntly, and Harry gestured towards my legs. I sat up, struggling against whatever was tied around my waist.

"How 'bout you tell us yourself?" Louis said, and ripped the warm blanket away from me. I hissed, felling the cold air contrast to my warm skin, raising chill bumps.

"What?" I questioned, and looked down with a gasp. Two golden tan arms covered in colorful tattoos were wrapped around my waist, a distinctive 'Zap' tattoo giving away who it was.

I had accidentally fallen asleep in Zayn's bed.

I looked over to Zayn, who was still asleep. His eyes were closed, his long almost feminine dark eyelashes fanning over his face. His puffy pink lips were pouting, but slightly parted. He almost looked cute, no angry scowl, arrogant smirk, or uninterested look sketching his striking features.

I tried to wiggle my way out of his grasp, but he just stirred and pulled me tighter.

"Help?" I whimpered, and looked at Louis.

"Nope." He shrugged. "Your love affairs are no concern of mine, so I'd rather not get involved."

"I did not do anything with him! I can barely even stand to be in the same room with him, none the less touch him!" I exclaimed, not caring I had admitted I didn't really like him. Zayn was nothing but an arrogant boy who thought he had the world in the palm of his hand. He may had, considering his fame and beauty that had girls begging at his feet. Every girl but me.

"Please! Why else would you be snuggling up to him, and going on a date with him?" Harry asked. A strange look of pain crossed over Niall's features, and he silently walked out of the room unnoticed. He was being quiet, and a quiet Niall was eerie. You knew something was gonna go down or something was wrong, like the calm before the storm.

I looked at Zayn again. He was shirtless, but had black skinny jeans on. His overgrown raven colored hair had fallen in his eyes, his chest rising and falling steadily with each of his soft breaths. I mean, he was attractive. Man, was he attractive. But appearance means nothing when your attitude is ugly. I really didn't have a big reason to hate him, just something about him made me tick.

 "Please guys, help me and I'll do anything." I promised them, desperately trying to rid of the bug attached to my body.

"Ha," Louis laughed."Nope! You're on your own."

"I'm gonna get you so bad when I'm free, Louis." I said, and the boys laughed. Louis walked out of the room, being the little devil he was. And I liked him at first.

"I'm sorry," Liam mouthed to me, his eyes genuinely apologetic. He walked out wincing a bit, reminding me he was hungover. Why wasn't Louis hungover? Maybe he had only a little to drink, but with his personality it made him seem very drunk. Liam left me a bit confused if he was sorry over my situation, or his lack of helping me.

"Don't worry 'bout Louis, alright? I know you simply fell asleep in Zayn's bed. Don't let him get to ya, alright? He actually a great guy, just a bit sassy before he warms up to you." Harry said, making me instantly like him. He smiled and leaned over then patted my arm before leaving the room silently.

"I didn't rape you," Zayn mumbled, catching me off guard. I turned and looked down at him, him smirking but his eyes still closed. "Although it proved very hard."

I gasped. "You sick dog!"

"Honesty the best policy?" He tried.

"Let me go!" I tried to pull away from him. He let me go, and I jumped off the bed quickly. He opened his eyes, only to close them.

"Ah, sun." He hissed, pulling his hand to his head and rubbing his temples.

"Stupid hangover." He said then sat pillow on his face, causing his words to be muffled.

"You know what? I cannot go on a date with you, you're perverted and self centered." I told him, crossing  my arms over my chest.

"But," He pulled the pillow from his face. "You promised me. And if you don't go, you'd be labeled as a liar. Wouldn't want that would we?" He said, already knowing more about me than I expected.

I glared at him, his plump lips still twisted into a stupid smirk. "One date." I said, and sighed.

"That's what they all say, before they get some of this." He said, gesturing to his body. 

"You sick twisted sociopath." I called him angrily, and stormed to the door.

"Today is um, Thursday." He said, pausing to recall the date. "I'll be picking you up in two days, Five on the dot, remember?" He asked.

I rolled my eyes as a response.

"Wear something nice," He commented, and I turned around.

"I'll see you later, White." He said, using an odd nickname I didn't understand but didn't really care enough to question.

"Sure thing, Malik." I said, using only his last name before leaving the room to find Niall.