The feisty, the cocky, and the vain (Harry Styles)

Chapter 8.

I woke up to a heartbeat in my ear.

Thump.

Thump.

Thump.

Slow paces and gentles beats vibrated throughout my head.

I groaned cracking my neck a little lifting my head up.

“Ew.” Someone under me said.

“Huh?” I asked groggily.

“Don’t crack your neck” they stated “It’s bad for you.”

“I’m sorry but I fell asleep in this position with you.”

I just looked at the position we were in.

I was lying down on top of them.

I sighed trying to get up but failed when my hand slipped and I came face to face with the stranger.

They were an inch away and I felt their hot breath against my lips.

“Um…-” was all I could say before I was cut off.

‘By what?’ you may ask.

By a pair of soft lips on mine.

My eyes were wide and my arms were in the air since I didn’t know what to do with them.

I relaxed my body since the person put their arms around my waist pulling me closer on top of them.

My arms went to their neck and they were closer than ever to me.

What the hell am I doing?!

My hand went to the back of their head and before I could say or do anything they pushed me away.

“What are you doing?!” they whispered yelled.

“What are you doing?!” I repeated.

It was dark so I couldn’t see this mysterious person, but it sounded like a guy.

“Who are you?” they asked quietly.

“Who are you?” I asked.

“Stop doing that!” they said annoyed.

“Stop doing what?” I asked jokingly.

“You know what I’m talking about!”

“Jeez chill but honestly who are you?” I said patting their head trying to get a facial recognition.

I hoped I was wrong about who it was.

I prayed to god I was wrong.

“Ehh don’t mess with the hair!”

Oh shit.

I was kissing the one….

“Sorry…” I said in a small voice.

The only…

“You need to fix it!” he said taking my hand in his.

Zayn Malik.

Shit, shit, shitty, shit!

“Zayn?” I said hoping I was wrong.

“Yeah?” he answered.

“Do you realize who I am?” I asked sitting up on my bed.

How did I get in here?

Who brought me in here?

“Um Chelle?” he asked hoping I wasn’t who I sounded like.

“Wrong.” I said sighing getting up off of the bed.