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Finally finishing Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows' book for the fifth time, I put it on my bedside table with a yawn as my eyes start to droop. As soon as I flop on my pillow, my eyes automatically close and I begin to drift off to sleep when I hear something hit somewhere. I quickly open my eyes to see where the noise came from until my eyes land on something hit my window, making a sharp noise. With a terrifying feeling in my gut, I knit my eyebrows together as I stand up on my feet to walk towards it.

Even though we all scream at the actors not to go where the noises are coming from while watching horror movies, but I tend to do the same stupid thing right now.

My gaze drifts to the wall clock which tells the time, 12:30 am. Pursing my lips together with my chest rising up and down due to my heavy breathing, I walk towards the window.

As soon as I peek from the window, a sigh comes out of my mouth at the sight in front of me. There stands a handsome prince charming with his horse by his side as he runs his hand in his long brown hair with a smile on his face- just kidding it's Zayn.

Seeing as I'm peeking from the corner, he is not aware that I have already come to the window. I watch him as he picks up a rock from the ground as he positions himself to throw it on my window again but I quickly come forward, waving my hand at him. A smile comes on his face and he quickly comes forward to stand close to my window. I quickly open it with a confused expression to ask him why is he here so late at night.

Probably came to scare the hell out of me.

"Come down!" He whispers loudly and I look at him as if he is crazy.

"What are you doing here? Are you aware of the time?" I whisper back and look around the street to see if someone is prying on us to tell my mom later in the morning. By someone, I mean my paternal aunts who live on our street and always have their eyes at our house-at me and Harry-to see something unusual and strange so they can complain it to my mom and also announce it to the whole neighbourhood.

Harry and I hate them.

"Come down!" Zayn whispers again as he gestures with his hands to call me down. I groan, making an inhuman noise before wearing a sweater above my bugs bunny night suit and make my way downstairs on tiptoes as I don't want to wake up my mom and get a beating on my ass for going out at this time.

It is very strange how Zayn showed up at my house at this hour. It better be good because I was about to have my peaceful sleep but now I have an idea that I am not going to return back to my bed anytime soon. Thanks to the wannabe bad boy standing at my porch.

"What was it that brought you to my house instead of calling me on my phone?" I ask Zayn with a yawn as soon as I walk out of my door and come face-to-face with him. A faint light from my porch shines on Zayn's honey-brown eyes which are covered with his usual spectacles right now. He is not wearing his contact lenses at this moment probably because no one's watching him, and well, because it's NIGHT TIME which is meant for sleeping and not standing outside someone's house!

"You were not answering my calls," His voice comes out more like a slur as he responds to me.

My bad, my phone is always on silent.

Wait a second, his eyes seem droopy and he seems to be moving from left to right slightly. A sly smile comes upon his lips with a little giggle, making my eyes knit in confusion. A thought crosses my mind because of his behaviour which makes me step forward and sniff his lips before standing away. Sure that might have looked really awkward and crazy but I just had to clear my confusion.

"Are you drunk?" I ask him and he gives me a sheepish smile in return.

"A little bittle, he he he," Zayn giggles, showing me with his fingers how much he drank.

Soon enough my hand hits his face, not so hard, but not so gentle as well.

"Ow! What was that for?" He says yelping, his eyes shoot open and his hand reaches his cheek to caress the area where I slapped.

"To snap you out of it," I reply, slapping him again on the other cheek making him yelp again. His eyes are now wide open as he stares at me. He tries to stable himself and not sway from left to right because he knows I will hit him again. "Why did you drink?" I ask him.

"I thought I was a bad boy. Bad boys drink, I never had." He pouts as he speaks in a whiny voice like a four-year-old, causing a faint smile to appear on my lips.

"You're crazy," I shake my head at him with a smile. A grin appears on his face as he looks at me before looking down at his hand in worry. My eyes follow his gaze to find nothing on his hand, making me look up at him in confusion.

"I want a tattoo here." He speaks slowly as he points his finger to his wrist.

"You're not getting a tattoo, go back home,"

"But I told Paige that I have a tattoo and you heard her when she said she'll see it on our date!" Zayn exclaims, throwing his hands in the air in frustration. Their date. Zayn and Paige are finally going on a date this week.

My hand again rapidly collides with something soft and a loud noise comes as a reaction to it. It's Zayn's cheek.

"What was that for? I'm fully awake!" He exclaims with a jolt as he looks up at me in disbelief.

"For lying about your tattoo," I fold my arms on my chest as I look at him with a stern face.

"Didn't you see how she looked at me with those dreamy eyes when she talked about the tattoo?" Zayn asks, knitting his eyebrows together. "For years I had wished for her to look at me like that." His voice becomes low with those words and a sigh comes out of his mouth as he drops down his head and stares at the marble floor.

Looking at Zayn with a frown and hearing his words makes me give out a sigh. I feel like hugging him right now. He must have felt so invisible by Paige all these years when she didn't even know he existed. Whereas she has been on his mind every single day and for years. "Are you sure you want a tattoo just because of Paige?" I ask him calmly.

I don't want him to get emotional and drunk and get a tattoo only to regret it later.

"Not just because of Paige. Lately, I've been wanting to take challenges and step out of my comfort zone." His calm voice speaks to me genuinely. "I want to overcome my fears and try the things which scare me," he shrugs his shoulders, biting his lower lip as his hands go down to his jeans pockets and he looks up at me. "And you somehow give me the courage to step out of my bubble." He completes his sentence. His eyes showing nothing but sincerity as he speaks up and looks at me for an answer.

His words cause my heart to skip a beat as I stare into his eyes to see if he actually meant what he said. Indeed, he looks really honest right now which causes a deep breath to come out of my mouth.

"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" I ask him slowly as I bite my lip, waiting for an answer.

"A good thing," he replies with a smile which brings up a slight smile on my lips too with satisfaction in my heart.

I stare at him for a few seconds before speaking up. "Let's go get you a tattoo," I nod my head sideways, earning a grin from him in return as his eyes light up and widen at my sentence. He looks so excited as if he is going to start screaming right now. I hope his drunk self does not actually do it and wake up my aunts to make a fuss about it or my mom which would result in my ass getting beaten up.

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Apparently due to TMZ news, Gigi is pregnant with Zayn's child. If any of you feel upset by this news, I'm here for you and you can message me to have some support. I love you guys ♥