All For The Cameras (Zariana)

Chapter 4

Ariana

To say I was absolutely terrified when I woke up curled up next to Zayn.

I didn't want to wake him, but I also didn't want to spend any more time then I needed to pressed up against his body, which had nothing on it but boxers, and I looked down and realized, I wasn't much better, with my bra and panties

Slowly, making sure Zayn couldn't hear or feel me moving from his grasp, I slipped out of his arms.

I hadn't made it two steps before he shot up and said, "Perrie where are you going!"

I just stayed frozen, unsure of what to do.

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Zayn

As soon as the words left my mouth I realized what I'd said.

It was such a bad habit.

Anytime Perrie would get up early in the morning to leave without me noticing, I always would. It's just kind of programmed into my head now, and you'd think after all those nights sleeping alone, it'd go away. But it hasn't.

Whenever Perrie had been asleep in my arms, wait asleep in my -

"What the fuck happened last night?" I asked, urgency, looking down at my lack of clothing, then to hers.

Last thing I remembered was drinking and laughing. After about my 5th shot I can't remember anything.

I seriously hope -

"We didn't do anything." She said, confirming my hopes.

"Thank god," I said.

"I'm just going to go." She said, as she pulled on her pants, and headed out the door.

"Wait," I said surprising both of us, "I could make you breakfast. If you'd like, I mean." I added at the end.

"Okay. That'd be great," Shed said giving me a half smile, still tired from sleep.

**

"Zayn! Look at the mess you made!" Ariana exclaimed, laughing her head off.

"Me? You helped missy!" I shot back, laughing just as hard.

You see, I thought I'd be a great idea to make pancakes.

And what a great idea it was. Note the sarcasm.

When I had opened the bag of flour, it had puffed out of the bag, getting some on Ariana, who was turned around.

She had blamed me for purposely getting flour on her.

I had tried to explain, but it was no use, and now I stand here in my flour covered kitchen, wishing I had been a tiny bit more carful when I was opening that damn flour.

"Well it wouldn't have started if you hadn't decided you wanted to ruin my outfit with that nasty stuff!" She laughed.

"I told you, it wasn't me! It was the bag! And if you ask me, the bag did the right thing. Those shorts are absolutely horrid." I laughed.

She gasped and threw another handful at me.

"Alright, alright, my sister Doniya left some shorts and a tank top here last time she slept over. Should fit you okay," I told her, "Upstairs in the drawer."

**

Ariana

I headed upstairs to find the shorts and tank top Zayn was talking about.
I didn't see any shorts but there were jeans and a flannel, so I assumed that that was the outfit Zayn was talking about.

"Hey this is all I could find -" I stopped when I looked up and saw Zayns face, he looked as though he'd seen a ghost.

"Zayn are you okay," I asked walking over to the kitchen, which was pretty much clean by now.

"Take them off," he whispered.

"What," I asked, not understanding.

"That's Perries. Take it off." He said, a tiny bit louder this time. "I'll go find you something else to wear. Just please take that off."

I just nodded and started stripping.

He came back with nothing but a big t shirt, which I'm assuming was his.

"Here, wear this for a while, I'm washing your clothes," He told me, handing me the clothes.

"Okay."

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Hope you guys liked it!! Meghan xx