The car was filled with silence as Zayn drove away from the party. I stared out the window and Zayn would look at me occasionally. My phone started ringing and I looked at the caller ID to see who it was.

It was Tyler. I sighed and ignored the call. Soon after that I got a call from Eleanor. And I ignored her call too. When everyone called me at least once I turned my phone off.

"Are you okay?" Zayn asked and glanced at me. I looked at him and nodded.

"Yeah I'm fine," I faked a smile. I'm still kind of drunk -I sobered up a bit-, Zayn and Tyler fought, and everyone probably hates me now. What a wonderful night -note the sarcasm-.

"No you're not. I'll bring you home," he said and turned down my street.

"No, no, I can't go home," I told him quickly. My Dad is probably waiting for me and when Tyler gets home a lot will happen. And I can't stay at El or Dani's house.

"Okay," Zayn responded. He seemed to understand. He turned the car around and drove down a different rode. Where is he going?

"Zayn where are we going?" I looked at him and asked. He smirked a little and glanced at me before looking back at the road.

"I hope you don't mind, but we're going to my place." His place? He's taking me to his place? Well, what other choice do I have?

He drove for fifteen minutes before he parked in front of an apartment. He turned the engine off and quickly got out of the car and opened the door for me. I stepped out of the car and he closed the door and led me to the door. We got in and walked over to the elevator. Zayn pressed the button and we waited patiently for the elevator to come down. When the doors opened we both stepped inside and he pressed the fourth floor.

As the elevator moved I started getting dizzy and almost lost my footing. But before I fell over Zayn caught me and held me up.

"What's wrong?" he asked. I stood up straight and held my head.

"Just a bit dizzy," I waved off. He didn't look convinced though. The elevator stopped and the doors opened, allowing us to step out. Zayn and I walked down the hall and stopped when we were standing in front of his apartment. He took a key out of his pocket and unlocked the door.

He allowed me to walk in first and I did. It was dark since the lights were off so I put my hands out to try and find a light. Zayn closed the door and switched the light on. He stared at me while I had my arms in front of me and laughed. I brought my arms down and blushed as he walked past me and down the hall.

"Your cuts should be cleaned," I told him.

"I'll be fine," he waved off. I grabbed his arm and turned him around so he would face me. I examined his cuts and bruises on his face. I reached my hand up to touch and examine one of his cuts but he flinched back.

"It'll get infected if you don't let me clean it for you." He stared at me for a while before nodding. He grabbed my arm and brought me into the bathroom. He sat on the toilet lid and watched me.

I grabbed a cloth and wet it before gently cleaning the blood and small cuts. When I cleaned it all I put the cloth on the sink counter.

"The first aid is under the sink," Zayn spoke. I looked under the sink and found a white box so I grabbed it and placed it on the sink. I opened it up to see bandages, wipes, cotton balls, and peroxide. I took a cotton ball and the peroxide. I dabbed some peroxide on the cotton ball then turned back to Zayn.

He sat patiently and watched me. I stood between his legs and lifted my hand up to his face.

"This might sting a little," I informed him then started cleaning the cuts. He hissed and I pulled my hand away.

"I'm sorry," I said quickly.

"No it's fine," he shook his head. I slowly brought the cotton ball back to his cuts and wiped them. Zayn bit his lip slightly but didn't say anything. He stared at me intently as I cleaned his cuts. I was slightly uncomfortable from his stare and glanced down at him.

Our eyes locked and we looked at each other for a while. This always happens. I look at Zayn's chocolate eyes and I can't look away. It's like a trap he pulls me into.

I came to my senses and blinked. I looked away for a minute then back at Zayn's wounds.

"Um," I mumbled then quickly finished cleaning the cuts. I threw the cotton ball in the trash and took a step back. "They're cleaned."

Zayn nodded and stood up. "Thanks," he smirked then walked out of the bathroom.

I followed him into the living room, he sat on the couch and I did the same. I sat on the other side of the couch so it wouldn't be too awkward but I made it more awkward. It was silent between us and I looked around his living room so it looked like I was doing something.

The TV was in front of us against the wall with two shelves on each side of it. The shelves were filled with books, movies, and pictures. There was a small coffee table in front of the couch and a chair on the right side of the couch.

There wasn't much in his living room but it was cozy. I looked back at Zayn and he was looking at me too. I quickly looked away and he chuckled.

There was more silence until I came up with an idea.

"Let's play 20 questions," I suggested. I don't know him at all, but maybe I can learn some things about him.

"Uh ok," Zayn shrugged. I turned to face him fully and crossed my legs.

I thought for a little bit then smiled. "What's your favorite color?" I giggled.

"Seriously?" he laughed. I nodded and he chuckled.

"Blue," he answered.

"Me too," I grinned.

"Uh... what's your favorite food?" he asked next.

"Pizza! Obviously. You?"

"Chicken," he smiled. I nodded and thought of another question.

"What's you favorite hobby?" I asked.

"It's my turn," he corrected.

"How?" I asked confusingly.

"You asked me what my favorite food was," he smirked. I thought back and nodded.

"Okay then," I waited.

"What's your biggest fear?" he asked. I thought for a little while. I don't have a biggest fear. I have fears, but not a biggest fear.

"Uh, spiders?" I shrugged.

"Spiders?"

"I don't have a biggest fear. But spiders are creepy," I said. He shrugged and I asked him what he asked me.

"How about you? What's your biggest fear?" He thought about it for a while before answering with what I said.

"I don't have one," he smirked. "What's your favorite... ice cream?"

"Cookies and cream," I answered. "Do you have siblings?" He stiffened when I asked him that. He looked distant and I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.

"I have three sisters," he blinked. "Um, I'm tired. We should go to sleep." I slowly nodded and stood up with him.

I walked down the hall and found the bathroom. I closed the door behind me and stood in front of the sink. I looked up at the mirror and stared at myself. My makeup was smudged slightly and I looked tired. I wonder why my question seemed to bother Zayn.

I turned the faucet on and washed the makeup off. I looked back at the mirror then walked out of the bathroom. I looked around for Zayn but I didn't see him.

"Zayn?" I called out.

"In here!" I followed his voice into his bedroom. I looked around his room when I walked in and saw a few posters on the walls, a small dresser, a skateboard in the corner, the bed, and a nightstand next to it.

Zayn was pulling out clothes from his drawer and handed them to me when he saw me.

I looked down at the clothes then up at him. "What are these for?"

"I didn't think you'd want to sleep in that," he gestured to my dress. I looked down at what I was wearing then up at him.

"Right, thanks." I walked back to the bathroom and took my dress off. I looked at the clothes he got out for me to see gray sweat pants and a white t-shirt that had 'cool kids don't dance' on it. I pulled the shirt over my head then took my shoes off. I slid the sweat pants up my legs and had to tighten them because they were too big. I walked back into his room with my dress and shoes in hand.

When I walked back in Zayn was only wearing sweat pants. I froze and stared at his shirtless torso. I had a perfect view of all of his tattoos. On his chest were red lips and two wings on each side, a black heart on his waist, a skull on his shoulder, a snake above the skull, words written in a different language above the wings, his sleeve, and a few more. This has got to be the hottest sight I have ever seen in my life.

Zayn looked at me and smiled when he saw me in his clothes. He took my dress and shoes out of my hands and put them on a chair that was behind him, in the corner.

"You can sleep here," he pointed to his bed, "I'll sleep on the couch." The couch was too small for him to sleep on though.

"No it's fine, it's your bed, I'll sleep on the couch," I shrugged.

"I'm not going to have you sleep on that couch," he said seriously. I looked down and thought of what we could do. He can't sleep on the couch and he won't let me sleep on it either.

Zayn sighed and I looked back up, "Come on." What is he talking about?

"What?" I asked. He pointed to the bed. He's going to sleep on the couch.

"Zayn you can't sleep on the couch," I protested.

"I'm not," he simply said. Oh.

I slowly walked over to the bed and sat on it. I pulled the blankets back and hesitantly went under the covers and pulled them up to my chin. Zayn watched me get comfortable in his bed then he closed the door and turned the lights off. I couldn't see anything, all I heard was Zayn coming closer to the bed. I felt the bed dip down and Zayn getting under the covers with me.

It was quiet and awkward, for me anyway. I heard Zayn breathing and he rolled over to his side and faced me.

"Are you cold?" he asked. I looked at him and shook my head.

"No," I answered.

"You're shivering," he pointed out. When he said that I realized that I was cold and shivering. I tried pulling the blankets tighter around me but I was still cold.

Zayn moved closer to me then slowly put his arm around my waist and pulled me closer to him. I froze and held my breath. I could feel his breath fan my neck and his body heat on me. His body heat warmed me up and I wasn't cold anymore.

"Warm?" he whispered. I nodded against his chest then turned on my side, so that my back was against his chest. He pulled me closer to him and sighed. It almost sounded like a sigh of relief.

I would've taken his arm off me if it wasn't so comfortable. But what scared and surprised me the most is that it felt like his arm belong around my waist. It was like two puzzle pieces that fit perfectly together. It felt right to be in his arms.

"Goodnight," Zayn whispered. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

"Night," I responded then fell asleep in his arms.

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I woke up to someone pounding on a door. I slowly opened my eyes and adjusted to the light. I expected to be in my room, but I wasn't. I looked around confusingly but then remembered last night. Oh god.

I tried sitting up, but I found it impossible to do so. Something was holding me. I looked down and saw an arm tightly wrapped around my waist. I looked behind me to see a sleeping Zayn with his face in the crook of my neck. Every time he exhaled his breath would tickle my neck. I squirmed and tried to get out of the bed.

There were more knocks on the door. I huffed after realizing I wasn't going to get out of Zayn's death grip. I shook his shoulder slightly to wake him up, but I didn't get a response from him. I shook him harder and he groaned.

"Zayn. Zayn wake up." He groaned again but didn't do anything else. "Zayn there's someone at the door."

"What?" he mumbled. I stopped shaking him and his arm loosened around my waist so that I was able to turn around and face him. He opened one eye and smiled.

"Someone's at your door," I repeated. He nodded and took his arm off my waist and laid on his back. He rubbed his eyes then stood up and got a shirt from his drawer.

I sat up and took the blankets off of me. He ran a hand through his hair and turned towards me.

"Stay in here, alright?" he said. His voice was raspier than usual from his morning voice. I nodded and he walked out of the room and closed the door behind him.

I heard voices in the hall and became curious. I got out of the bed and grabbed my phone and turned it on. I had twenty five missed calls and ten text. I deleted them all and looked at the time. The time read 9:30. Who would be here at this time?

There was yelling outside the door and I grew more confused. What's going on? I put my phone down and pressed my ear against the door. Their voices were still muffled so I cracked the door open and stuck my head out.

The voice yelling belong to a girl. I couldn't figure out exactly who it was though. I walked out of the room and down the hall. Zayn and the girl were in the living room so I sneaked behind the corner and listened.

"What were you thinking?" the girl yelled at Zayn. It was Sara.

"Can we talk about this later," Zayn said annoyingly.

"NO! We're going to talk about this now! You left me, your girlfriend, with a nobody!" she shouted. Ouch.

"Stop talking about her like that!" Zayn snapped.

"Why do you care so much? Do you like her?" Zayn didn't reply straight away.

"Sara. Leave. Now," Zayn said slowly after awhile.

"You can't kick me out!"

"Yes I ca-," Zayn started to say but I slipped. I fell into their view and stood in the doorway. Zayn and Sara turned their heads and faced me. Zayn rolled his eyes and Sara's eyes widened and her jaw fell.

Sara stood there in shock and looked me up and down. "What's going on? Why is she here? Why is she wearing your clothes? Did you sleep with her?!" she yelled in Zayn's face.

"No! I didn't sleep with her," Zayn was quick to reply. My cheeks heated up and I'm pretty sure I looked like I had two tomatoes on my face. I stood frozen in the doorway.

Sara abruptly turned towards me and stood right in front of me.

"You whore! Do you always go around sleeping with other girls' boyfriends? Huh? You're not going to like the outcome of this," she shouted in my face. I still couldn't move. What is she talking about? What outcome? This isn't good.

"Sara! Get out!" Zayn shouted. Sara smirked at me then walked away. Zayn was pissed.

"Fine I'll go," she shrugged. She walked to the door and opened it. But before she left she turned around and looked at me then said, "Watch out." Then she walked out and slammed the door behind her. I jumped slightly and looked at Zayn. He ran both of his hands through his hair and groaned.

"I told you to stay in the room," he said.

"I-I know, I'm s-sorry," I stuttered. Zayn walked over to me and sighed. He raised his hand and I flinched away. He stopped his hand in mid air and widened his eyes. He looked at his hand then back at me. I took a step back and hoped that he wouldn't do what I thought.

He brought his hand back down and looked worried.

"Y-You thought I was going to... hit you?" he asked. I felt my cheeks heat up from embarrassment. He wasn't going to?

"Erm, uh, um, I, no," I stuttered. He didn't believe me.

"Why would you think I would hit you?"

"It was, uh, just a reflex," I lied. But of course he knows when I'm lying.

"No it wasn't," he furrowed his eyebrows. I didn't know what to say so I turned around and walked into his room. He followed close behind me and tried to get me to answer him.

I grabbed my clothes off of the chair and turned around to go into the bathroom to change but Zayn grabbed my arm and turned me around.

"Emily answer me," he demanded.

"I don't want to talk about it." Zayn opened his mouth to say something but I cut him off. "Please," I pleaded.

It looked like he didn't want to let this go, but he did. He sighed and let go of my arm.

"Fine, but you don't have to leave," he said softly. I looked at my clothes in my hand and thought about it. This morning didn't get off to a great start. And it's all my fault -like usual.

"I don't know. It's probably best if I leave," I told him.

"I know what Sara said was out of line, but you don't have to go because of her," he shook his head. My phone started ringing and I looked at it. Tyler's calling me again. I ignored his call and looked back at Zayn.

"I'm already in trouble and have a lot of explaining to do." It's not that I don't want to be here, I do. I'd rather be here than anywhere else, but I've already done too much.

"I'll go with you to talk to everyone if you want," he offered. I quickly shook my head.

"No, that would make it worse," I sighed. There's no escaping this.

It was silent for a while, with both of us thinking.

"You're hungry right? At least let me make you breakfast," he smiled. I looked up into his hopeful eyes and smiled.

"Okay," I agreed to his offer. He grinned and took the clothes out of my hand and brought me to the kitchen. I sat on a stool and leaned against the table. Zayn rummaged through the cabinets then turned to face me.

"What would you like?" he asked and leaned against the counter.

"Pancakes," I grinned.

He smiled and winked, "Comin' right up." He took the ingredients out of the cabinet and fridge then set them down on the counter. Then he took a pan, set it on the stove, and turned on the flame. He mixed all of the ingredients together then poured the batter on the heated pan.

"Thank you," I blurted. Zayn turned around and gave me an odd look.

"What for?"

"For everything that happened last night. I'm very thankful for you allowing me to sleep here," I smiled.

"Don't worry about it," he smiled back and waved off then turned back to the pancakes.

I should be helping him with this. Or at least doing something. He helped me at the party last night, took me out of there when I wanted to leave, then brought me to his place to spend the night when I had no where else to go. I should be cooking, not him.

"I feel like I should be making breakfast," I admitted. Zayn turned around slightly and looked at me.

"Why?" he chuckled.

"It's the least I can do for you after everything."

"I said don't worry about it. I insist that you stay where you are and do nothing," he grinned.

"But-"

"No buts. The only thing that you'll be doing with these pancakes is eating them," he ordered.

"Fine, you win," I laughed.

When Zayn finished cooking the pancakes he put them on two separate plates and walked over to the table. He put a plate in front of me and I grinned at my food. Zayn sat in the chair across from me and smiled. I grabbed the syrup and poured some on my pancakes then handed him the bottle, and he did the same.

We ate our breakfast in silence. And let me say, these are some good pancakes. Zayn looked up from his plate and at me. "You like them?" he asked. I swallowed and nodded.

"They're great," I complemented. Zayn smiled and continued eating. When we both finished eating Zayn was about to stand up and take the plates away, but I stood up first.

"Just let me put the plates away, please," I smiled. He laughed and nodded.

"Okay," he smiled. I grabbed both plates and brought them to the sink. I washed them off then placed them in the dishwasher. I turned around to face Zayn again and he was already standing up and walking over to me.

"Now I feel better that I did something," I joked. He chuckled and stood in front of me.

"You weren't going to stop until you did something for me, were you?" he smiled. I shook my head and laughed. He laughed too and then I suddenly became aware of the little space between us. Our feet were almost touching and his face was about ten inches away from mine. He exhaled and his breath fanned my face.

The air got caught in my throat and I held my breath. He got a little closer and I opened my mouth to speak.

"I-I should probably get going," I whispered. He looked caught off guard and he stepped back.

"Uh, yeah, okay. I'll take you home," he rubbed the back of his neck nervously and glanced at the floor. I nodded and went back into his room to grab my clothes. I walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind me. I stripped off Zayn's clothes from my body and folded them. I grabbed my dress and slipped it on then looked in the mirror.

My hair was a mess. My cheeks heated up knowing that Zayn saw me like this all morning. I tried my best to comb through it with my fingers but it didn't do much. I sighed giving up then walked back into Zayn's room and slipped my shoes on. I grabbed my phone and walked out of the room.

Zayn was in the bathroom now so I went into the living room and sat on the couch.

To be honest, I'm scared to go home. Dad is going to beat me, no doubt about that. Tyler's going to want answers that I'm not sure I can give him. My friends are confused and mad at me. And Sara's planning something against me. Great.

Zayn walked out of the bathroom and then into his room. He came out shortly after and walked into the living room. His hair was styled and he had black jeans and a white t-shirt on. He grabbed his keys off of the coffee table and looked back at me.

"Let's go," he said then walked to the door. I stood up and followed him. He opened the door for me and locked it behind us. We waited for the elevator and got inside when the doors opened.

Zayn stuffed his hands in his pockets and looked down. He looked mad or frustrated, I couldn't tell which.

"What's wrong?" I asked. Zayn glanced up at me and shook his head.

"Nothing, I'm fine," he replied.

"Did I do something wrong?" I pushed.

"No, you didn't do anything," he smiled a little. I nodded and stopped asking him questions. The elevator doors opened and we both walked out of the elevator and towards the front door. Zayn opened the door for me and we walked over to his car.

We both sat in the car and Zayn turned the engine on and drove down the street. The car was silent until twenty minutes later when Zayn pulled up to my house and stopped the car.

I took a deep breath and put my hand on the door knob. I was about to open the door when Zayn stopped me.

"Wait-." I looked at him and waited for him to continue. "-Give me your phone." I gave him a weird look as I handed him my phone. What does he want with my phone?

His fingers pressed on the screen before he gave it back to me.

"If something happens or you need help, call me," he said seriously. I looked at my phone and saw he put his number in it.

"Okay," I smiled and nodded, "Thanks." He smiled and nodded also then I got out of the car. I walked up the porch but looked back at Zayn. He gave me a stiff nod and I gave him a small smile before unlocking the front door and walking inside.

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A/N: Hey guys! I would've updated sooner like I said I would, but I was busy this week and didn't have much time to work on the story.

I hope you all enjoyed this chapter though. What do you think is going to happen?

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