Baby, I Loved You First (complete)

Chapter 11: His house, his rules

*Ava's POV*

I stretch my arms and my legs down, I feel my temperature and I'm warm now. I notice I'm not in my bed, I'm still lying down while cuddling a pillow. The dark curtains cover the sunlight passing through, I look at the clock and it's 11AM.

I sit from the bed and noticed that I am wearing a guy's pajama, I looked at my left, to the window and saw my clothes hanging in a chair. I thought of what happened last night, I got lost, I saw Zayn, and I don't know what happened next.

I look at my right, and I saw a sleeping guy, Zayn?!?

I threw a pillow at him.

"Malik! Where am I?!" I ask him. He looks at the mirror in front of him and sees me. He fixes his hair and answers, "In my room." He says.

I threw another pillow at him. "Hey!" He exclaims. "What is your problem?!" He stands from his seat and picks up the pillows. "Who changed my clothes?! Who took my clothes off?! Why am I here?!" I ask, Zayn gives me a smile. "Don't you just smile there! Answer me!" I say.

"You fainted last night! Okay? You fainted, then won't you just thank me than screaming at me?" He says and threw the pillows at me.

"Who changed my clothes?!" I ask him again. "Me." He answers. "What?!?" I look under the blanket, and everything has changed. "Don't worry, I saw everything. And it's just me, and you." He says and laughs a little.

"You took advantage of me!" I say with anger. "Was your lipstick strawberry? Tastes great." He says and walks away. "ZAYN!!!" I shout.

I went back to bed and covered my face. Zayn saw my imperfections, oh gosh. I don't know what to do after him dressing me up. I'm not a barbie doll for me to that. Speaking of barbie dolls, Zayn should be playing robots and guns, but he dressed a barbie doll, maybe he's...gay?!

"Good morning." I hear a girl's voice. I sat down and saw a girl with a tray at her hand. Looks like Zayn, must be her sister.

"I'm Doniya, Zayn's sister. Here, mom made you some soup. It tastes good." She says and placed the tray at the bed.

"Oh, thank you." I smell the soup, it's so hot and it's really great to take it in this kind of weather. "Are you fine now?" She asks me. "I'm feeling good now. I just had fever...last night. I guess over fatigue." I say. "You better rest, I know that mom said, you're staying here for New Year?" She says. "Oh, no, I'll be out also, I'll be going to my cousin's house. It's also here in Bradford." I say with a smile. "And, mmm, who changed my clothes?" I ask. "Me and my little sister." She answers. "Not Zayn?" I ask. "Why? You want Zayn to dress you up?" She laughs a bit. "No, no, he told me he dressed me up, and took advantage of me." I say. "He's crazy! He can't even touch you. He told us to dress you up to keep you warm, he went out of the room and we changed your clothes. Don't believe Zayn, he's just irritating you." She says.

"Oh, see you later at lunch, and oh, don't forget to thank Zayn, he was worrying a lot for you last night, he was like panicking." She adds.

Zayn comes in with a cup of coffee in his hand. "What?!" He says as I shoot a bad look at him.

"Is he your boyfriend?" Doniya asks me.

"NO!" We both answer at the same time. "She has a boyfriend!" Zayn says. "He's a flirt!" I say.

"That's where love starts." Doniya says. "No." I say. "I'll leave you two now, I know you need time for each other." She adds and walks away.

Zayn's sitting my the window while I stare at my food. "What are you doing here?" I ask him. "It's my room, I'm obviously staying here." He says. "Oh, sorry."