Hoping For A Fairy Tale
11
Lacey
I groaned the moment my eyes opened. There wasn’t much light in the room but enough to make my head feel like it was going to explode. I lied still for a moment waiting for the headache to slowly subside before opening my eyes again and glancing around the room. I sat up quickly noticing that this wasn’t my room, it was Zayn’s. I glanced down at my naked body and quickly pulled the sheets up to cover everything.
I glanced to my right but saw an empty bed. My eyes widened in panic, normally I woke up before him. Normally I was out of the flat before he woke up. Cursing under my breath my eyes began to search the room looking for my clothes.
I heard a noise from outside the door. My eyes widened further in panic as I clutched Zayn’s blanket closer to myself not knowing what to do.
I practically passed out however when Zayn walked through the door wearing nothing but a towel loosely wrapped around his hips, his hair was hanging low and he was dripping water.
I stayed completely still probably looking like a dear in headlights as I tried not to concentrate too much on his body. Zayn stopped and smiled at me softly seeing I was awake.
“Hey,” he said simply walking over to his wardrobe and searching through it. I muttered a ‘hi’ in return but I don’t think he really understood it. I blushed darkly and quickly looked away as Zayn dropped the towel and began putting on clothes. I bit my lip and focused on the opposite wall not knowing what to do. I heard Zayn’s chuckle.
“I’m dressed,” his voice floated towards my ears. I turned around and blushed even redder when I noticed all he was wearing were tight black jeans with the top button undone.
“I-I should probably go,” I stuttered out, searching the floor for my dress.
“Your dress is in the lounge room still,” Zayn said smirking at me as I remembered the events from last night.
“Right...” I trailed off, holding the blanket tighter.
“You can go for a shower if you want? You can use some of my clothes,” Zayn offered as I glanced at him in surprise.
“It’s fine,” I whispered quickly.
“I insist,” he replied digging through his draws and threw me some clothes. I watched him awkwardly as he just stared at me.
“Could you turn around then?” I asked. This caused him to laugh.
“I’ve seen it all before,” he commented. I shot him a glare and he sighed dramatically before turning his back to me. I quickly grabbed the clothes he threw at me and stood off the bed bringing the blanket with me before rushing out of the room and into the only other door in the flat other than the front door.
I shut and locked the bathroom door behind me before sighing and leaning against it. This was probably the most awkward situation I had ever been in.
Wanting to get out of here as soon as possible I quickly jumped in the shower. I stood there debating whether or not to use any of Zayn’s hundreds of products lining his shower. Deciding it was better just to use a basic shampoo and soap before jumping back out.
I grabbed his clothes and threw on the sweatpants. I glanced in the mirror knowing how ridiculous I looked in his clothes before leaving the bathroom. I paused in the doorway, hearing noises coming from the kitchen. I wandered over there to see Zayn cooking something at the stove. He spun around when he heard me.
“I was making breakfast for us.” He said before turning back to the stove.
“You don’t have to.”
“I don’t mind.” He shrugged. “You’re normally gone before I wake up, so I thought today would be different.”
“I thought it would be better if I was gone before you woke up,” I said awkwardly hugging my arm to my body. Zayn merely shrugged without turning around. I sighed before heading out into the living room and collected my dress off the floor and found my clutch thrown in a corner with everything still inside. I saw the missed calls and texts but I really didn’t want to deal with that yet.
I walked past a shelf of Zayn’s and noticed two frames knocked over. I quickly reached forward and lifted them up, sitting them properly. I studied the photo for a minute as I noticed Zayn and a blonde girl in both photos looking happy.
“I had them lying down,” Zayn’s voice came from behind me making me jump.
“Sorry,” I said quickly, laying the photos back down before following Zayn back into the kitchen where he had laid out food already. I sat down and we both started to eat in silence.
“Who is she?” I asked wanting to break the silence. Zayn paused for a moment, not looking up at me.
“Just an ex. No one important,” he grunted before going back to eating.
“Must be important if you still have her pictures in your home,” I stated watching him for a reaction. He looked up at me and his eyes went hard. I quickly glanced away and went back to eating.
“Is that your fiancé that’s been ringing you all morning?” Zayn asked innocently. Now it was my turn to glare at him.
We both went back to eating in silence before Zayn sighed in front of me.
“Sorry, that was mean.”
“That’s okay. I shouldn’t have asked,” I mumbled reaching for the drink.
“Can I ask you something?” Zayn asked. I glanced up at him waiting for him to continue. “I know we don’t really know each other, and well we barely talk but we have slept together numerous times. And I just want to know. Why are you engaged to him?”
I watched Zayn for a moment deciding whether I wanted to tell him. Not finding any harm from telling him.
“My parents set us up. They chose him for me to marry. I didn’t get a say, neither did he.” I told him honestly. Zayn watched me for a moment before nodding.
“So you don’t love him?”
“Don’t know him,” I responded shrugging.
“The girl in the photo, her name is Perrie. We were together for a bit but neither of us could handle the long distance relationship when I was on tour so we broke up. It was mutual.” Zayn stated looking me directly in the eye. I nodded and decided to see how far I could push him.
“So why do you keep the photos?”
“To remind myself of the cost of being able to do what I love,” he muttered looking down at his now empty plate.
“That’s cruel. You should cut yourself more slack,” I told him. He looked up at me smiling. I smiled back deciding that I definitely liked his smile. His genuine smile though when you could tell he meant it, it wasn’t practiced.
“You shouldn’t be too hard on yourself either. I see the way you get when we’re around the others. You feel guilty for sleeping with me.”
“I am engaged.”
“To a man you don’t know or love. I would hardly call that cheating.”
“Many people would.”
“Screw them.” I laughed at his choice of words.
“Wish it was that easy.” I mumbled.
“You screwed me,” he shrugged. My eyes went wide and my mouth dropped open in shock. He began to laugh, hard.
“Asshole,” I muttered. He continued to laugh at me. My phone beeped again interrupting us both.
“I should probably go home, thank you for breakfast.” I said shyly.
“Thanks for coming to my birthday celebration. Friends?” Zayn asked. I glanced at him surprised before smiling.
“Friends.”
-
I had made sure to change back into my own dress before arriving back home. The moment I walked inside I knew mother was angry.
“WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?” She screeched at me. I winced, still being slightly hungover.
“I stayed at a friend’s house last night.” I told her.
“You could have called. Better yet you should have just come right home. I don’t need the media starting to call you a party girl! Only bad things will come of it.” I rolled my eyes at her before heading towards the stairs. My eyes went wide and I stopped in my tracks however when I saw Edmund standing there waiting patiently.
“Hi Lacey,” he said smiling at me softly. I smiled back. “I uh came today to ask you if you wanted to go to lunch?”
“Oh are your parents in?” I inquired.
“No, I mean just us two.” He stated quickly. My eyes widened in shock.
“Oh um sure! Just let me go get changed.” I said quickly. He nodded and I felt his eyes on me all the way up the stairs.
I felt so guilty at this point. I felt like I should be walking around with a massive just had sex sign on my back. God, this was going to be a long day.
I groaned the moment my eyes opened. There wasn’t much light in the room but enough to make my head feel like it was going to explode. I lied still for a moment waiting for the headache to slowly subside before opening my eyes again and glancing around the room. I sat up quickly noticing that this wasn’t my room, it was Zayn’s. I glanced down at my naked body and quickly pulled the sheets up to cover everything.
I glanced to my right but saw an empty bed. My eyes widened in panic, normally I woke up before him. Normally I was out of the flat before he woke up. Cursing under my breath my eyes began to search the room looking for my clothes.
I heard a noise from outside the door. My eyes widened further in panic as I clutched Zayn’s blanket closer to myself not knowing what to do.
I practically passed out however when Zayn walked through the door wearing nothing but a towel loosely wrapped around his hips, his hair was hanging low and he was dripping water.
I stayed completely still probably looking like a dear in headlights as I tried not to concentrate too much on his body. Zayn stopped and smiled at me softly seeing I was awake.
“Hey,” he said simply walking over to his wardrobe and searching through it. I muttered a ‘hi’ in return but I don’t think he really understood it. I blushed darkly and quickly looked away as Zayn dropped the towel and began putting on clothes. I bit my lip and focused on the opposite wall not knowing what to do. I heard Zayn’s chuckle.
“I’m dressed,” his voice floated towards my ears. I turned around and blushed even redder when I noticed all he was wearing were tight black jeans with the top button undone.
“I-I should probably go,” I stuttered out, searching the floor for my dress.
“Your dress is in the lounge room still,” Zayn said smirking at me as I remembered the events from last night.
“Right...” I trailed off, holding the blanket tighter.
“You can go for a shower if you want? You can use some of my clothes,” Zayn offered as I glanced at him in surprise.
“It’s fine,” I whispered quickly.
“I insist,” he replied digging through his draws and threw me some clothes. I watched him awkwardly as he just stared at me.
“Could you turn around then?” I asked. This caused him to laugh.
“I’ve seen it all before,” he commented. I shot him a glare and he sighed dramatically before turning his back to me. I quickly grabbed the clothes he threw at me and stood off the bed bringing the blanket with me before rushing out of the room and into the only other door in the flat other than the front door.
I shut and locked the bathroom door behind me before sighing and leaning against it. This was probably the most awkward situation I had ever been in.
Wanting to get out of here as soon as possible I quickly jumped in the shower. I stood there debating whether or not to use any of Zayn’s hundreds of products lining his shower. Deciding it was better just to use a basic shampoo and soap before jumping back out.
I grabbed his clothes and threw on the sweatpants. I glanced in the mirror knowing how ridiculous I looked in his clothes before leaving the bathroom. I paused in the doorway, hearing noises coming from the kitchen. I wandered over there to see Zayn cooking something at the stove. He spun around when he heard me.
“I was making breakfast for us.” He said before turning back to the stove.
“You don’t have to.”
“I don’t mind.” He shrugged. “You’re normally gone before I wake up, so I thought today would be different.”
“I thought it would be better if I was gone before you woke up,” I said awkwardly hugging my arm to my body. Zayn merely shrugged without turning around. I sighed before heading out into the living room and collected my dress off the floor and found my clutch thrown in a corner with everything still inside. I saw the missed calls and texts but I really didn’t want to deal with that yet.
I walked past a shelf of Zayn’s and noticed two frames knocked over. I quickly reached forward and lifted them up, sitting them properly. I studied the photo for a minute as I noticed Zayn and a blonde girl in both photos looking happy.
“I had them lying down,” Zayn’s voice came from behind me making me jump.
“Sorry,” I said quickly, laying the photos back down before following Zayn back into the kitchen where he had laid out food already. I sat down and we both started to eat in silence.
“Who is she?” I asked wanting to break the silence. Zayn paused for a moment, not looking up at me.
“Just an ex. No one important,” he grunted before going back to eating.
“Must be important if you still have her pictures in your home,” I stated watching him for a reaction. He looked up at me and his eyes went hard. I quickly glanced away and went back to eating.
“Is that your fiancé that’s been ringing you all morning?” Zayn asked innocently. Now it was my turn to glare at him.
We both went back to eating in silence before Zayn sighed in front of me.
“Sorry, that was mean.”
“That’s okay. I shouldn’t have asked,” I mumbled reaching for the drink.
“Can I ask you something?” Zayn asked. I glanced up at him waiting for him to continue. “I know we don’t really know each other, and well we barely talk but we have slept together numerous times. And I just want to know. Why are you engaged to him?”
I watched Zayn for a moment deciding whether I wanted to tell him. Not finding any harm from telling him.
“My parents set us up. They chose him for me to marry. I didn’t get a say, neither did he.” I told him honestly. Zayn watched me for a moment before nodding.
“So you don’t love him?”
“Don’t know him,” I responded shrugging.
“The girl in the photo, her name is Perrie. We were together for a bit but neither of us could handle the long distance relationship when I was on tour so we broke up. It was mutual.” Zayn stated looking me directly in the eye. I nodded and decided to see how far I could push him.
“So why do you keep the photos?”
“To remind myself of the cost of being able to do what I love,” he muttered looking down at his now empty plate.
“That’s cruel. You should cut yourself more slack,” I told him. He looked up at me smiling. I smiled back deciding that I definitely liked his smile. His genuine smile though when you could tell he meant it, it wasn’t practiced.
“You shouldn’t be too hard on yourself either. I see the way you get when we’re around the others. You feel guilty for sleeping with me.”
“I am engaged.”
“To a man you don’t know or love. I would hardly call that cheating.”
“Many people would.”
“Screw them.” I laughed at his choice of words.
“Wish it was that easy.” I mumbled.
“You screwed me,” he shrugged. My eyes went wide and my mouth dropped open in shock. He began to laugh, hard.
“Asshole,” I muttered. He continued to laugh at me. My phone beeped again interrupting us both.
“I should probably go home, thank you for breakfast.” I said shyly.
“Thanks for coming to my birthday celebration. Friends?” Zayn asked. I glanced at him surprised before smiling.
“Friends.”
-
I had made sure to change back into my own dress before arriving back home. The moment I walked inside I knew mother was angry.
“WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?” She screeched at me. I winced, still being slightly hungover.
“I stayed at a friend’s house last night.” I told her.
“You could have called. Better yet you should have just come right home. I don’t need the media starting to call you a party girl! Only bad things will come of it.” I rolled my eyes at her before heading towards the stairs. My eyes went wide and I stopped in my tracks however when I saw Edmund standing there waiting patiently.
“Hi Lacey,” he said smiling at me softly. I smiled back. “I uh came today to ask you if you wanted to go to lunch?”
“Oh are your parents in?” I inquired.
“No, I mean just us two.” He stated quickly. My eyes widened in shock.
“Oh um sure! Just let me go get changed.” I said quickly. He nodded and I felt his eyes on me all the way up the stairs.
I felt so guilty at this point. I felt like I should be walking around with a massive just had sex sign on my back. God, this was going to be a long day.
Oh dang, how did I completely skip so much! I have so much reading to do in the next two days before UNI starts. I probably won't be sleeping tonight, but I literally don't care I need to know it all!
8/26/14