Hate Turns To Lust (One Direction/ Zayn Malik Fanfic)

♪ Chapter 4 ♪

Chapter 4

~Harry's P.O.V~

I woke up with a lot of pain shooting across my face. I slowly opened my eyes to see that I was in my room and it was morning. What the... The last thing I remembered was me trying to sneak up on Aria in her basement... How did I end up in my room and why is my face throbbing?

I slowly got up trying to sooth the pain on my face. It felt like there was fire burning across it and I also felt a light weight, tugging at my face... I walked over to the mirror and saw that the bottom of my face was covered by a plaster. What happened?

Just then Aria stepped into my room.

"Omg! Sorry, thought you would still be sleeping." She said while turning around.

I looked down on realised I was only in my boxers, but it wasn't even a big deal. She is lucky that I wasn't walking around in my birthday suit. I smirked and stared at her for a second.

"It's okay..." I said.

She let out a sigh and turned back around to look at me. "You know, you should have put on a pair of pants when I turned around," She suggested.

"Nah. I don't even like wearing my boxers. I could always take them off..." I said smirking.

"EW no. Save it for your non-existent girlfriend." She joked.

"For your information, many girls fall at my feet." I defended.

"Ha, Right... Anyways, how's your face?" She asked worried.

"It burns a little..." I said trying to hide the pain.

"Don't act like a tough man. Come here." She waved my over to my bed and I sat down beside her.

"Here take these pills... And I also need to change your gauze... This might hurt a bit." She warned.

I nodded my head waiting for the pain. She slowly pulled the gauze off and that wasn't too bad. But when she started to wipe the wound, it hurt like hell. I squeezed the sheet waiting for the pain to be over. A few moments later, she was done and put on another plaster, or gauze, as they call it in America.

"Thanks." I smiled weakly and swallowed the pills.

"No problem. Now we have matching bruises... By the way, we will delay the pranks since you're not feeling too good, okay?" She stated.

"Okay, so what are we going to do today?" I asked.

"Well I am not sure, but what do you want to do?" She questioned.

"Why don't we just hang out today?" I suggested.

"Ew. Hang out with you and the rest of you boys? That's just a waste of time. I much rather go to the motorcycle race.." She scrunched up her face.

"Hey! We can be very fun!" I argued.

"Right.. Funny looking." She laughed at her own joke.

"I am not funny looking. I am very handsome." I stated.

"Hahahahaha. Handsome my ass." She giggled.

"You know it's true.." I started get annoyed.

"Fine, it's true.." She muttered.

"So, what about the race you were talking about?" I asked.

"Oh, there is this motorcycle race going on today that happens every year. I was going to join but it's fine, I can just spend the day with you. Plus I won every year, it's not even that fun anymore." She shrugged.