There's No Such Thing As Too Young

I woke up with a splitting headache.

Which surprised me as I didn't drink that much last night.

I rolled out of bed and Zayn moaned softly as I removed myself from his grasp.

I quietly pulled on some pajama bottoms of Zayn's and tied them tightly so they wouldn't fall down, I also slipped on a crewneck.

I made my way out of his room, shutting the door behind me.

I wasn't sure who was up, but I do remember everyone crashing here last night.

I padded down the stairs, with one hand holding my head as it thumped.

When I entered the living room I saw that Emily and Louis had slept on the couch and were currently huddled under a duvet as the TV played Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.

I lifted the edge of the duvet and climbed under it, leaning into Louis.

He wrapped an arm around Emily and me.

"Does your head hurt as bad as ours?" He asked quietly.

"Yes." I murmured, closing my eyes in an attempt to will away my headache.

"I'm never drinking again." Emily groaned quietly, burying her face in Louis's neck.

"You say that every time." I mumbled.

We all sat and watched the cartoon for a while, before Harry and Zayn joined us.

Zayn squeezed onto the couch, pulling me away from Louis and into his lap.

If I wasn't so hung over I probably would have laughed at the fact he was so obviously jealous, even though Louis was in a relationship with my best friend.

I cuddled into Zayn, and he brushed my hair back.

Harry was cheery and was rubbing in the fact that he was feeling great as he handed us Advil.

"Where's Niall and Liam?" Zayn asked, downing the pills, as did I.

"In Niall's bed." Harry spoke casually, causing us to look at him weirdly.

"Excuse me?" Louis wondered.

"Niall was hammered, more hammered than you lot combined. Liam had to help him to bed, but Niall wouldn't let him leave and insisted that he wanted to cuddle. Liam, of course, accepted the lame excuse and they're currently spooning in the guest bedroom." Harry chuckled.

We all laughed too, feeling the Advil kicking in.

We were all sat watching the TV again when there was a knock at the door.

"Who could that be?" Zayn asked, craning his neck to look at the door.

Louis removed himself from the armchair he was sat in and went to the window to peer out and see who it was.

"Fuck." He spoke.

"What? Who is it?" Louis asked.

"It's Zayn’s Mom!" Harry exclaimed, his eyes wide.

I gasped.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." Zayn chanted, hopping up from the sofa and pulling me with him.

"Go and take the girls upstairs, Louis! Don't come down until we come and get you!" Harry ordered, running to the door.

Everyone immediately jumped into action.

We all sprinted out of the living room and upstairs, straight into Zayn's room.

Louis and Emily threw themselves on the bed, while I paced the room.

"Hey, calm down." Louis spoke, watching me walk the length of the room repeatedly.

"Oh my god, this is a disaster." I said, clutching my hair in my hands.

"Ssh, I have a headache." Emily groaned, covering her eyes.

I rolled my eyes and Louis laughed, pulling her to him.

"Lou, what if she finds out?" I asked, biting my lip.

"So what if she does? Surely it would be better, and you wouldn't be hiding it anymore." He shrugged.

"Hypocrite." Emily mumbled, earning a flick in the forehead from Louis.

She yelped and smacked him back, and it turned into a wrestling match.

"I'm going to get washed up." I told them, grabbing some clean clothes from Zayn's drawers and making my way into the en-suite bathroom, locking the door behind me.

I washed my face thoroughly, wiping away the make-up from last night.

I scrubbed my teeth and rinsed my mouth with mouthwash.

I then changed into the leggings and chunky knit jumper that I'd chosen, I proceeded to brush out my natural curls from where I'd slept on my straight hair, making them fall loosely around my shoulders.

I pulled the curls into a loose ponytail, pulling some bits out to frame my face.

Luckily, I kept some spare make up here.

I applied my foundation, concealer and powder.

After, I swept some blush onto my cheeks and eyeliner onto my lids, coating my eyelashes with mascara.

I felt so much better now, but I couldn't stop thinking about Zayn and his Mom downstairs.

What was she going to do?

Did she already know?

I continued to mentally ask myself questions as I exited the bathroom, and I was met with the sight of Louis and Emily making out, and quite heavily.

"Oi!" I exclaimed, throwing a hairbrush at them.

It hit Louis in the back and he rolled off Emily with a guilty expression.

"Erm, I just heard the front door go, so I think Zayn's Mom is gone." Louis said sheepishly, rubbing his neck.

"Thanks for telling me." I said softly, opening the bedroom door and walking down the stairs cautiously.

Zayn appeared at the bottom, making me jump and slip.

I ended up falling on my bum.

"Sorry, baby!" He exclaimed, helping me up and checking me over for any injuries.

"Your Mom has gone then?" I asked.

"Yeah, she's just gone, she just came to check on us." He replied, nuzzling my cheek.

"Oh."

Zayn kissed my cheek and started making his way down to my neck, pulling my jumper down to expose my shoulder as he pressed his lips against the skin.

"Where's Louis and Emily?" Zayn asked, pulling away with a frown.

"Take a guess." I replied, giving him a look.

"Oh hell no!" He yelled, his eyes wide as he darted up the stairs.

I shook my head with a laugh, entering the kitchen to get a glass of water.

I poured myself some and took a seat at their kitchen table, pulling my legs up to my chest as I swirled the liquid around the glass.

I was lost in my own world when I heard the front door open, I ignored it, thinking it was just Harry.

"Boys, I've forgotten my phone!" A female voice called, making my head shoot up.

Fuck!

It's Mrs. Malik!

I looked around and spotted her phone on the side.

I could hear her footsteps approaching the kitchen, and I looked around looking for a way to hide.

I braced myself.

Finally, she walked in.

She was of a small build, only around 5'2, with short, dark hair and fine wrinkles on her face.

I instantly got a loving vibe from her.

She paused as she entered, looking at me.

Our eyes connected and I instantly knew that she knew who I was.

I was on the verge of having a panic attack when Zayn ran down the stairs with Louis chasing him, and they skidded into the kitchen, not noticing Mrs. Malik standing there.

Louis was the first to notice.

"Zayn." Louis whispered, nudging him in the side.

Zayn instantly looked at me, frowning before following my gaze to his Mother.

"Mom." He breathed, staring at her with a worried expression.

"Zayn."

"Erm, what are you doing back here? You just left..."

Soon Harry and Emily joined us, laughing until they saw what was happening.

I was still sat at the table with my knees to my chest, and I was shaking.

Harry noticed and rushed over to me, pulling me up and into his side.

Over the last few days he's become just as protective as Zayn, and was always watching me carefully.

I didn't actually think he'd ever warm up to me, but Harry told me about the conversation they had when they were on their way home from tour.

"So, is this the famous girlfriend I've been told about?" She grinned, looking at me.

The atmosphere immediately changed and her smile lit up the whole room.

Zayn relaxed and took my hand, pulling me away from Harry and to him.

"Yes, this is Drella." Zayn grinned, pressing his lips to my forehead and wrapping an arm around my waist.

I instantly relaxed.

Louis and Emily gave Harry, Zayn, Mrs. Malik and I some privacy.

"Hello, Drella. It's nice to finally meet you, and I must say you're absolutely stunning. You're not how I imagined you at all! I was expecting another bimbo, but my, you're beautiful!" She gushed, rushing over to Zayn and I, standing right in front of us.

"Mom! You're embarrassing me!" Zayn whined.

"Erm, thank you." I blushed, looking at the ground.

"I'm Mrs. Malik, and it's a pleasure to meet you. My son has been hiding you away for no reason, his Father and I were starting to believe he was gay." she laughed, causing Harry to snicker, and I even heard Louis and Emily laugh from the living room.

"Mom!" Zayn yelled, his cheeks bright red.

"Relax, I'm joking, don't be so uptight." She shrugged, pinching his cheeks.

"Don't you have places to be? You've met Drella, now leave, I knew you'd embarrass me." Zayn complained.

"I'm going, I'm going, relax, baby boy." She soothed, pulling his face down to kiss his cheek.

She left a nude mark from her lipstick and he rubbed it off, groaning.

It was pretty obvious that he was a Mommy's boy.

"I'll be seeing you very soon, we'll have to get together and have some girly time." Mrs. Malik told me, pulling me in for a hug.

The gesture surprised me, but I hugged back.

Hugging her reminded me of when my Mother used to hold me when I was little.

She pulled away and stroked my cheek, smiling at me.

She turned to Zayn and pointed a finger at him.

"Be good and take care of her." She said sternly.

Zayn nodded and bent down a considerable amount to hug her.

She grabbed her phone and gave Harry a kiss on the cheek.

"Bye!" She yelled as she left, shutting the door behind her.

Well, that was unexpected.

We were all silent for a moment, before Harry busted out laughing.

Zayn and I looked at him.

"What are you laughing at?" Zayn asked, eyeing his friend.

"What are the chances of that happening? Poor Drella!" Harry giggled, wiping under his eyes.

"It was not at all funny, I was expecting her to flip out." Zayn sighed, and I nodded in agreement.

Just at that moment, a very sleepy Niall and Liam joined us.

"What did we miss?" Niall asked, looking at us as he rubbed his eyes.

"Zayn’s Mom knows about Zayn and Drella." Harry told him.

"Snap! What did she say when you told her she was seventeen?" Liam wondered, going to the fridge to get some juice.

"Erm, she doesn't know." Zayn said awkwardly.

"She's gonna find out sooner or later." Liam told us wisely, holding his head.

"We're leaving, I need to get Emily home before her parents get back." Louis spoke up, stopping in the kitchen doorway with Emily.

"What time will they be back?" I asked her.

"This evening."

"Make sure they don't find out you skipped today." I warned, suddenly remembering we were supposed to be in class right now.

Eh, whatever.

"I won't, I'll see you all later." She waved, and with that, they both left.

Harry, Zayn, Liam, Niall and I were left in the kitchen.

"Can we all watch movies, I have a hangover." Niall whined, squinting his eyes.

We all chuckled and nodded.

I must admit, it felt like a huge weight had been lifted from my shoulders now that Zayn’s Mom knows about us.

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