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The walk back to my flat wasn't so easy. It consisted Zayn tripping down the road and trying to get his hands in my pants. My reluctance towards his gestures only encouraged him to continue doing it.

I sighed in relief as we approached my front door. Zayn leant against the door frame, grinning at me as I unlocked it. I caught hold of his wrist and tugged him inside. Thoughts of what my neighbors could possibly say if they saw us.

I wrapped Zayn's arm around my shoulders as I helped him up by the waist. We continued to go up the stairs, which thankfully, was easier then I thought. He was really quiet, thank God.

I led him to my room and released his body onto my mattress once we entered. I turned on the lamp and set my phone on the nightstand right next to him. Once I slipped off my denim jacket I placed it on my bed next to Zayn and then decided to go get a first aid kit to clean him up and a glass of water to help control all the alcohol he already consumed. Rapidly, I swiftly walked back towards the open door, "Stay here." I told him and gently closed the door.

When I returned, his t-shirt laid across the floor. I watched as he looked down at his phone between his legs and fiddled through the keyboard. When he noticed me in the doorway he looked up and set the phone on the nightstand.

"Hi." He smirked.

"Hi." I shyly smiled at his childlike behavior.

The cuts and bruises that were printed onto his face only reminded me that he needed to be healed and quickly. I must not go along with his actions.

I walked up to him, "Drink this." I spoke handing him the glass of cold water.

"Do I have to?" He whined

"Yes, you do. It's going to relax you, you'll see."

"I know a way you could get me to relax..." He taunted.

The look on my face showed that I wasn't up for playing. He let out a loud sigh before taking the glass from my hand and holding it up to his lips. I watched as he left it there and stared up at me as if he was waiting to see what I'd do.

This kid was driving my patents crazy. He laughed at how paranoid I was with him not doing what I told him to do and brought the cup back down between his open legs.

"You're so cute when you're mad." He chuckled.

I ignored his comment and gripped his hand to bring back the cup with it and actually drink. Zayn insisted that he was all better after one sip but I didn't let him talk until he was done with the whole glass.

After that was settled, I took the cup away from him and placed it on the nightstand next to my phone. It was then I realized that if my phone is here, then what was Zayn using to text while I was gone? Zayn doesn't have a white phone, he has a black one.

"What were you doing with my phone!" I whispered in anger so my mother doesn't hear what's going on.

Zayn smirked up at me, "It ringed."

"So? What did you do with it?" I asked picking it up and swiping the screen open.

"I responded for you." He smiled.

The first thing I noticed was that I had a new message from Ariana.

From: Ariana

You're having WHAT!

I knew that moment that Zayn was telling her something he shouldn't have. Looking up at him, a grin grew on my face.

"What did you tell her!"

He smiled as he flopped his top half onto the surface of my mattress and continued to laugh.

"Zayn..." I warned.

He took a moment to laugh before plopping himself back up on his elbows with a playful grin on his face.

"She asked if you were already home." He continued.

"Okay, and..."

"And I told her that you'll text her back because you and I were having sex." He bested out laughing.

I can't believe he did that! And now he's even being loud!

"Zayn, shut up!" I angrily whispered. "My Mom will hear you, seriously!"

He didn't stop which only made me worry even more. I looked around, hoping something would happen to make him shut up. But then I noticed it was I  who had to shut him up.

"Zayn, please, quiet down!" I exclaimed quietly as I reached for his hands that were over his bare chest, preventing him from feeling much pain towards his laughter.

Once I finally caught hold of them, I used all my force to pull them apart over his head but it was no use, he was too strong.

"Shh..." I hushed.

The only thought that came to mind right now was to get on top of him and maybe it'd be easier to shut him up but I restrained. I'm not going to have him get any ideas, especially after what he told my friend. I bet they're all huddled up around Ariana's phone, reading the message over and over again and asking themselves if it was true what they read or not.

But it was useless, getting on top of him was the only thing physically possible at the moment.

So that's what I did. Pulling myself up on my bed, I fell on my knees and trapped his hands against his sides with my legs. It was a good thing he didn't try to fight back to get them back out which gave me the chance to cover his mouth with my two hands

I let out a long sigh in exhaustion, my hair falling forward to the front my face as I rested my body on Zayn's abdomen. I looked up so it can fall back behind my shoulders. When I looked back down, Zayn had a playful look on his face. I knew he was going to say something stupid once I let go of my hands from his mouth but I let go anyways.

"I like this side of you. I should get you pissed off more often if it means you'll be acting like this." He teased, "It looks hot on you."

Exactly what I ment.

I wasn't noticing what he was doing until I felt a sudden elevation happened beneath my legs and I was suddenly flipped over to land on my back on the mattress next to Zayn.

He was quick to climb on top of me, almost the way I was when I was on him except he leaned on his elbows in the mattress. My heart began to race the east it always does when I'm with Zayn, but I'm still not sure if it's because of fear or love.

His eyes flickered from my eyes to my lips a few times before finally leaning forward to crash his lips into mine. My eyes fluttered closed at the the sensation of his warm lips against mine. My feelings were all over the place, no words could explain how I felt this very moment. But a good majority of it didn't want it to end.

I grew suddenly disappointed as the warmth of his lips drew away. He laid on top of me keeping eye contact with my eyes, our breathing becoming irregular as we gasped for as much air possible.

We stayed silent for a minute before Zayn broke it. "Why did you defend me?"

I was somewhat taken back by his question, not really sure for the answer myself.

"Paige?"

"Y-You were getting hurt. And I know you'll do the same for me."

Zayn's eyebrows furrowed. I jumped as he pushed himself off the bed and continued to walk around. I sat up and watched him. He ran a hand through his hair in anger before he stopped and looked back at me.

"I can take care of myself." He angrily stated.

Zayn walked towards my desk and gripped the desk chair. I jumped as he effortlessly launched it across my room.

My Mom is defiantly going to ground me in the morning. But right now that's not my main concern, Zayn is. I know he's not fully sober and he could hurt either one of us if he keeps this up.

"Zayn..."

He stayed with his back facing my, his breathing becoming deep. I nervously watched as he slowly turned back around. His brown eyes come back to my frightened face. I watched his jaw clench and then relax as his features softened. His bare chest slowly rose and fell, calming himself down.

I felt my heart stop as he slowly approached the bed again. He walked to edge of the bed and sat down, my body slowly moved away from him uncomfortably.

He carefully reached a large hand for mine, a frown showed up on his face as I pulled away. Zayn didn't quite know what to do, the alcohol in his body gradually losing its affect as he realised he overreacted. His head gently fell down as he turned his back to me.

The bruises that remained on his back made me open up to him, this isn't his fault. Okay, maybe he has some guilt in this but that doesn't mean I have to treat him like this. After all, I did bring him here to heal him and keep him safe for the night. So it's time I stand up for my word.

I slowly got up on my knees and moved towards him, he didn't seem to realize I was behind him until my small hands touched his burning back.

Zayn jumped towards the sudden contact but he didn't mind. He turned his head to look at my hand in his shoulder before I slowly brought it down the length of his arm and around his waist. I felt the deep vibrations of his chuckle as I rested my chin on his broad shoulder.

"This feels nice." He smiled.

"I know." I smiled back.

I wasn't really sure towards my actions but something told me he was in need of someone to show him love. Not in that way but in gentle and caring way a friend would give you when you had a bad day.

"I'm sorry, Paige." He spoke in guilt.

"That's okay, I'll just tell my Mom I was sleep walking or something. I don't think she'll get on my case about that." I tried to make him feel better.

I only managed to get a small chuckle out of him before he got serious again, this time he stood up and turned around to face down at me.

"No it's not, Paige." He spoke, "I'm such an ass for acting up like that on you."

"Zayn, it's okay, you're still a little bit tipsy from your drinking so it's not your fault."

"But it is." He answered.

"Let's just forget about what just happened and let's get you cleaned up." I have him a half smile.

Zayn wasn't so pleased with my suggestion, I can tell because he looked around my room and sighed.

He made eye contact with me and a smile continued to show up.

"You don't have to do that, I'm fine now."

"I want to." I smiled.

Zayn walked closer to the bed again where I was still standing on my knees and wrapped his strong arms around my waist. A small gasp was released as he pulled me closer to his body.

I felt him near towards my lips again but I restrained from his kiss and loosened up from his grip around me. He was confused, I know he was, but I decided not to look back at him and walk towards the first aid I had set out in the nightstand.

I sat down as I got what I needed from the kit that was now on my lap, the mattress soon sinking as Zayn took a seat next to me. I was now ashamed to even look at him but I had to.

The wet cloth I had prepared to clean off the blood marks on Zayn's face was gripped in my hand before I felt my chin being tilted towards Zayn. My eyes widened as the same pair of warm lips crashed into mine again. I tried to pull away again but Zayn brought his hand up to the back of my neck to prevent me from doing so.

I struggled to breathe after a while so I made it clear I wanted him to stop. Thankfully, he did.

Zayn didn't back away after our lips left contact. He maintained our foreheads touching as we looked down, desperately gasping for air.

I never felt my body become so heated up before, and it's no surprise this only happens with Zayn.

"One day, Paige..." He continued spelling in heavy puffs of air, "I'm going to make you feel good."

I had no comment. What could I possibly say to something like that? So instead I sat up straight and looked up at Zayn's face. His eyes were shining brightly. I still want aware to judge if he was still drunk or he's just being creepy. Either way, I'm very defensive towards that kind of stuff.

My hand gently rose and continued to dab the wet object onto the blood stains on his warm skin which I found so touchable.