Zayn's p.o.v.

I quickly fumble with my boxers and pull them up, scrambling inside the quilt trying to act as if I was asleep; and right now I'm just glad that the thickness of the material is enough to easily cover my still prominent bulge.

"Er- y-yes?" I get out, looking towards the bulky silhouette.

"What are you doing?" A chuckle emits from their lips and I scowl, glad that the darkness is covering my flaming cheeks.

"It's none of your business Michael," I groan, hissing in disapproval when he turns the main lights on. "Why are you even down here?" I ask, irritation clear in my tone.

"I just came down to catch a snack, I'm starved!" He expresses dramatically and I roll my eyes, it's not unusual for him to sneak down at ungodly hours; what that boy would do for food..

"Well, hurry. If the lights are on for too long then Bella might wake up." My voice is clipped so he knows I'm not fucking around, I want my girl to be able to have a good nights sleep.

Some shuffling is heard from the kitchen behind me and after a few minutes the door connected to the lounge bounds open to show Michael with a stack of food up to his chin. He stumbles around the room as I watch with wary eyes, too lazy to go and offer a hand. After a few more seconds of him stumbling, he plops himself down next to me, sprawling all of his shit over the coffee table.

"Really?" I groan, motioning to the room, "here? You have a room you know." I just want him to leave so I can finish my 'private time', now he's just making it a 'let's eat and make things awkward as my boss is sat next to me with a hard on' time.

"Yeah, but I just thought that we could catch up on a few things." I slump against the back of the sofa in annoyance and sigh.

"Well, what do you want to talk about?" I ask, bored of the silence.

"You know what." I turn to him to see that he's already looking back at me, and I give him a stone cold glare.

"No, I told all of you that as soon as I have hold of her that topic will never be mentioned, got it?" I almost shout but keep reminding myself to keep my voice down for Bella's sake.

"Zayn, we can't just not talk about it, it will be brought up so we may as well discuss it now when she's not here." I look away from his and close my eyes, letting out a breath.

"Look, I know that one day I'm going to have to tell her, but for now it's better left unsaid. Got it?" He turns to me, wary, but agrees none the less; well it's not like he has much of a choice.

"Okay, but what if one day h-" I immediately shush him, shoving a pillow to his mouth as I hear light footsteps padding down the stairs.

"Um, I'm sorry for intruding, but I was just trying to find the kitchen." Bella's soft voice is barely heard over the buzzing of the lights, but I immediately stand up and place a hand on her back, leading her to the kitchen; ignoring Michael chanting of the word 'whipped' as I walk past.

"What are you looking for?" I gently ask her, opening the door for us both to walk through.

"I just came down for some water, I don't need help, I'm okay; thanks though." I smile at her innocence, but ignore her request none the less.

I go to the cupboard and reach for a glass, then turn on the faucet and fill it up. I turn around and gently push the glass in her hand, savouring the tingles that I receive as our hands slightly brush against one another.

"So, are we okay now?" I tease her as I gesture to the seats next to the counter, taking a seat next to her.

"Haaha, yeah, we're okay now. I'm- I'm sorry about acting bitchy earlier, again." She scratches her neck in embarrassment and I just laugh along with her.

"It's okay, I did kind of make myself out to be a crazy stalker, so.." Now it's my turn to look away in embarrassment as she laughs, and dear god, it's the best fucking sound I've ever heard, I swear.

"Okay, well, I think I'm going to get to bed now, thanks." As Bella gets up to leave I subconsciously grab ahold of her hand and tug her back.

"Just. Stay, please." I surprised as to what came over me, but was even more surprised when she cooperated and sat back down.

"Okay, I have nothing better to do." She shrugs, slowly sipping the water.

"So, tell me something." I blurt.

"What?" Her eyebrows cutely scrunch together and my heart skips a beat.

"Just, anything." I sigh.

"Okay, well when I was four I burnt myself on my mothers curling iron." She shrugs, as if not knowing what to say.

Though my smile widens at the thought of knowing a little detail about her life; but rage starts to bubble within me at the thought of her inconsiderate mother letting her burn herself. Bitch.

"So, your turn." She trails her finger across the brim of the glass, looking up at me through her lashes.

Fuck.

She lifts her eyebrows in question at me and I snap out of my mini trance, I don't know what to say. I can't speak about the gang that will scare her but I need to make myself sound cool, I don't want to embarrass myself.

I clear my throat and sit straighter, "Well, I've actually got a question for you instead."

She nods, so I carry on, "my friend, he's in a problem right now, and doesn't know how to fix it. He likes this girl, but she's with this prick, he doesn't deserve her. Er, anyway for some reason she likes this asshole, but my friend is trying to win her over and doesn't know how." I tell her wide eyed, desperately wanting an answer.

Bella sits up straighter and lets out a breath.

"Zayn, I know what you are trying to do. And I'm sorry, but I love Jay, and you and I can just be friends." She almost whispers, "I think I better be going to bed now." And with that she walks out of the room, not even giving me a chance to intervene; just letting me sit there in pure rage.

"FUCK" I scream, swiping my hand across the counter and everything smashes on the floor.

"Shit, shit, SHIT!" I continuously hit the marble counter in frustration, ignoring the pain that comes with it.

Why won't she just accept that she's mine.

I slam the kitchen door open and see an alarmed Micheal on the sofa.

"Go clean that shit up." I point to the kitchen and he hurries off, knowing I'm not in the mood for a debate.

I grab some shoes and a jacket and head outside. If Jay thinks that she's his, well he has another thing coming.