I woke up from something underneath me moving, and the second I crinkled my brow, it froze. Confused, I forced myself to come deeper out of sleep and flutter my eyes open, reluctantly looking down to see two bright brown orbs looking back at me. Almost instinctively, I smiled lazily and shut my eyes again, lying my head back down on whatever was underneath me.
But then I realized I had looked into Zayn's eyes, and that I was smelling his intoxicating scent; because I was lying in his bed, on top of him. My eyes flied open and I smiled somewhat sheepishly, rolling off of him and composing myself quickly. Glancing down, I saw I was in his clothes, and tried to pull the blanket to cover more of my legs.
"Uh, sorry," I muttered, wanting to crawl into a corner and hide forever.
To my surprise, he grinned. "I'm the one that kidnapped you, remember? Don't apologize. I should be apologizing for being all... you know, when I'm drunk."
All lovey.
I forced a smile, and a laugh. It was hard. "Yeah, I understand. It's okay."
He didn't look all that comfortable suddenly, either. "Do you want a ride home?"
"No, I can get a cab." I said, standing up and quickly picking up my clothes – I hated the fact I was in his, that I was so upset about how he wanted me to leave, and how he just didn't care.
Zayn got up this time. "I'll give you a ride. You don't have to–"
I looked up at him. "Where's your bathroom?"
"Over there..." He said skeptically.
I went inside and shut the door, changed, ran my fingers through my hair, and stepped out. Shoving his clothes into his arms, I smiled at him, assuring him that I'd be fine. He didn't need to do me any favors – after all, it wasn't like he actually liked me... it wasn't like that I actually made him happy. Niall was wrong. He didn't care.
So I said goodbye quickly and walked out of his bedroom, towards his front door. As my hand yanked it open, I heard him call my name, and turned around to see him standing beside his bedroom door. His hair was disheveled, he was tugging on a shirt, and his eyes were clouded and confused. He looked perfect, really.
"Are you... Perrie, did I do something...?" He questioned.
I grounded my teeth; my name was not Perrie. "Nope, nothing at all. I'll talk to you later. Bye, Zayn."
And then I shut his door, feeling like someone had just slapped me across the face.
~*~
"Le," Jem said, sitting on the edge of my bed at dad's house. "Are you sure you're okay? You've been in here all day."
I looked up from my laptop and nodded. "Yeah. Just a little tired."
He rolled his eyes: "That's the lamest excuse yet. Try again."
"I have a headache?" I tried.
My brother clicked his tongue. "That won't do it, either."
"Jem, just leave me alone," I groaned, throwing my head back into my pillow. "I don't like people right now, especially not boys."
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Someone Different [Zayn Malik Romance]
FanfictionApparently, Lela Oswalt is Perrie Edwards. Or at least, after a switch-up at the airport and a deal made between the two, that's what everybody now thinks. Lela is prepared to pretend to be Perrie for the summer, but what she isn't prepared for, is...