Mama, I'm in Love with a Criminal

12: Don't Wake Me Up

12: Don't Wake Me Up

“You have to go to school, baby,” Zayn whispers into my hair.

I haven't been to school all week. It is Monday again. The Monday before Christmas and I really don't want to go in. Aston and, believe it or not, Max have kept me updated on everything. Aston brought me all my homework and things for the week Friday after noon. It was really sweet of him.

My mom let me stay home because it has been a hectic week. First with Zayn and then finding out my father is a criminal. I had to testify against him Friday morning. I learned that I didn't like court or jail.

Zayn's court date is this coming Friday. He had his gun in him the night he was shot. He is being charged with illegal possession of a weapon. If he's convicted, he'll be going to jail. Since it's the second time he has been caught, I don't know how long his sentence will be this time. On the bright side, he's doing a lot better. Everything is healing properly.

"AJ," Zayn whines. "Please go to school. I'll be fine."

I turn over to face him and he pouts. I smile and kiss his pouting lips. "I don't want to leave you here alone," I tell him.

"You can text me," he says with smile.

I stare at him, suddenly realizing I am in my bed and he has been sleeping downstairs. "What are you doing up here?" I ask him.

He smirks his infamous smirk. "I was told to wake you up and convince you to go to school," he says.

"By who?"

"Your brother and then your mom agreed before she left for work," he explains.

"And you walked up the stairs all by yourself and your side doesn't hurt?" I ask him.

He nods. "I took my medicine. I'm a big boy," he says, kissing my cheek. "Come on, get up," he says.

I groan and bury my face into my pillow, pulling the blankets over my head. "I don't wanna go," I whine.

"Please?"

I feel my bed sink in to the right. I don't try and move Zayn because he's hurt and too strong anyway. "No," I say stubbornly.

The bed goes up again and then I hear my door close moments later. Before I can see if he left, I feel the bed sink in again and the blankets are lifted up. Zayn moves to lie next to me. He smiles, slowly turning onto his good side.

"What are you doing?" I ask him.

"We're alone," he says quietly.

"How?" I ask in disbelief.

"Your mom's at work and Andy left. She left you money for lunch. You have to go in for at least half a day," he explains with a smile. "So either go in late or get out early."

"Neither," I tell him, being difficult.

Zayn groans in annoyance and runs his hands over his face. "Babe, please?"

I move to lay my he's on his chest. His cotton shirt is soft and smells like him. "I don't want to."

He sighs and kisses my head. "So then what do you want to do all day?" He asks.

"Cuddle," I say into his shirt.

His chest vibrates with laughter. "You want to cuddle with me?" He asks.

I nod. "I've turned you into a softly," I tell him. I move on my stomach, resting my chin on his chest.

He smirks. "I'm still a badass. Sorry, babe."