The One (Zayn Malik Fanfic)

Chapter 1

I tiptoed through the war zone that was our apartment quietly while making a mental note to have a good talk with the boys about not having their boxers as a makeshift carpet because that is exactly what it looked like right now. I walked past Harry's door and heard weird noises. Weird. I stood outside for two seconds and then sped off. God, I never, ever want to hear that again. Ew. 

It was 2 in the morning and I had gotten out of my bed grab myself a drink after a not so pleasant dream which involved me going bungee jumping. I have 'acrophobia' which is fancy way of saying - I am scared of heights. 

I crawled into bed and pulled the covers over me before reaching out and turning my bedside lamp off. I closed my eyes and prepared myself to go to sleep but I heard the door creek open and then someone climbed into bed with me as well. 

"Harry if this is you, i don't even want to know" I spoke 

"It's not Harry" 

I recognized the voice as Zayn's and closed my eyes. I was so tried I didn't even ask him why he had decided to come into my bed, that was a question for when I wake up.

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"Zayn, what the hell are you doing in my bed?" I asked him

No reply

"ZAYN?" 

Still no reply. God, was he dead or something?

"ZAYN YOU MOTHER FUCKER WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY BED" 

That’s when he woke up, clearly startled. I softened my face and then asked him the question again. This time not including the 'mother fucker' part. 

"I got lonely" 

Is this boy serious? 

"So you decide to come into my bedroom?"

"I don't know what Harry was even doing and Liam, Niall and Louis all had their doors locked so..." he shrugged 

"Ugh" I fell back onto the pillow 

"Im sorry" he apologized 

"It's alright" I turned my body to face him, his eyes were still closed but yet he was talking. 

"What time is it?"

"Twelve" 

"Too early" 

And then he fell back asleep. I really can't deal with this boy.