Life, Cars and Zayn Malik... Wait What?!
Chapter 19: Bless You
Jamie’s POV
I woke up with strong arms around my waist, holding me against another body. I knew that it was Zayn, and I knew he was the only thing I should be thinking about during the last two days I have here. But all I could think of was the messages I got last night. I didn’t look at my phone, but I was guessing that there would be more if I did.
I probably should tell Zayn, but, was it really worth it? He does trust me, at least I'm fairly sure he does. I don't even know why he had even started texting me. We haven’t spoken since the last day we were together, I made sure of that. I felt my nose tingling, meaning that I was going to sneeze.
I don't want to have to wake him up, come on. Don't sneeze, don't sneeze. Don't sneeze like your life depends on it. I had a sharp intake of breath before I let out the biggest sneeze I have ever had. I felt Zayn jump before he realised what was going on.
“Bless you.” He said groggily, his voice rough from sleep.
“Sorry for waking you.” I apologised straight away. I would hate being woken with a sneeze, so I should be nice about it.
“That’s alright. We have to get up soon anyway, we’re supposed to be meeting the others for a tour around London on a double decker bus.” He explained.
“Uh, why did you not tell me that before now?” I asked, nearly jumping out of the bed. the only thing holding me back was Zayn’s arms. I was squirming to try and get out of his grip, but he only held me tighter. If that’s even possible.
“Where are you trying to go?” he asked me.
“To get ready.” I answered, trying, but completely failing, to get his arms off of me.
“But there's still plenty of time.” he said. “Time to cuddle and kiss and stuff.” He whispered in my ear sending shivers down my spine. He turned me around so I was facing him. His breath fanned all over my face.
“You have morning breath.” I stated.
“So do you, but you don't see me complaining.” He said.
“You probably should be. It probably smells disgusting.” I admitted. “I may have brushed my teeth last night but that doesn’t change anything-”
“Babe.” Zayn cut me off.
“Mhm?” I responded.
“Shhh.” He instructed, pushing the hair that was over my face behind my ear.
“But I don't wanna.” I complained.
“But you will.” He said, a smirk on his face.
“Why?” I asked. He didn’t answer with words. Instead, he planted his lips against mine, it was slow and sweet. But it was sexy, I will give it that. We broke apart and my breath was shaking, my eyes kept flitting from his gaze to his lips.
“Your period finished?” He asked me, I smirked at the question.
“As of yesterday, yes.” I answered, and without any time wasted he had rolled over me to straddle my waist. “Well, someone’s a little eager.” I stated. His lips only touched mine quickly and softly. that was before he rolled to the other side of e and got out of bed.
“Not eager, just wanting to get to the other side of the room quickly.” He corrected me. I smiled, he wasn’t pushing for anything from me. “Be down in the kitchen within ten minutes, or I will come up here and carry you down for breakfast.” He told me.
“Why would I walk, when in ten minutes you would carry me?” I asked.
“Point taken.” He grabbed me out from underneath the sheets. My first response was to scream in a horrifying high pitched way as he threw me over a shoulder.
“Oh my god put me down right now!” I shouted, I don't like being carried upside down. I really don't like it.
“You wanted to be carried, so I'm carrying you.” He responded calmly.
“Yeah, I thought you would be carrying me in a way where my head is upright!” I was not calm, in any form or way.
“You thought wrong babe.” He responded, walking straight to the kitchen.
“Can you put me down now?!” I was not going to stop shouting until he did. He should know that by now.
“Not yet, I'm not done with you.” He told me. Well, how about ‘no’? I started kicking my feet and hitting his back so he would put me down. He wasn’t letting up, but instead was making ‘oof’ sounds and laughing. “Babe, that’s not going to work.” He stated.
“I know, but it’s worth a shot.” I replied, stopping my violence for a second so I could sound normal while I was talking… before I started bashing him again to the best of my ability. I think he was trying to be cool or something as he only held onto me with one hand, getting bread out and putting it in the toaster.
I can tell you two things wrong with this.
“Crap!” he shouted, catching my legs in time for my face to be at the same level as his ass.
“Zayn ass in my face! Oh my god Zayn ass in my face!” I stated, still shouting, I had a feeling he wouldn’t be able to save me now. Well, here goes nothing.
“What are you doing Jamie?” he asked as he felt me moving. I moved my arms out so they would catch me and save my head from smashing on the ground.
“Just let me go.” I instructed.
“Not going to happen.” He told me.
“Just let my damn legs go, I don't want to be sniffing your butt anymore. I am not a dog. Just let my legs go.” I said, physically prepared for this. Mentally I was shitting myself. I'm probably going to break my arms, or die or something.
“But I don't want you to die.” He said sarcastically.
“I'm not gonna die, maybe get injured, but not die. Just let me go babe.” I told him again. When his grip didn’t change I shuffled my legs and slid down his back till my face was at his knees. I was practically doing a handstand against his back, just, without hands and him holding me behind his back.
Well, someone has some muscles. “I got it now Zayn, just let go.”
“Are you ready?” he asked.
“Nope, but do it anyway.” I was being honest. I wasn’t ready, but I was sure about this. he let go off my legs and I instantly collapsed in a heap on the ground.
“Are you alright?” he checked with me.
“Well, if by ‘alright’ you mean ‘in pain but not as much as originally thought’… then yes, I am alright.” I said bluntly. “And that is what happens when one carries Jamie over their shoulder and decide to only hang on with one arm.” I said as I lay there, realising something. “I'm only in one of your shirts.” I pulled the shirt that was now halfway up my stomach back over my ass.
“That you are.” He agreed with me.
“Stop being a perve you perve.” I told him as he stared at my legs.
“Can’t stop being something I am.” He went along with it.
“Well, you could try.” I replied, standing up.
“Babe…” he tried to get my attention.
“What?” I asked.
“You’re hooked on the side.” He told me, pointing to my right side. Crap, not that side. Not that side. I quickly pulled the shirt out and over my underwear, I hope he didn’t see I hope he didn’t see.
“Thanks.” I said, as I smelt something you shouldn't smell in a kitchen. “Is something burning?” I asked, finding smoke coming out of the toaster.
“Shitting f*ck.” Zayn said, immediately hitting the cancel button.
“How in the name of hell did you burn something in a toaster?” I asked.
“Heat setting was too high.” He answered bluntly.
“Wow, you really cannot cook.”
***
“What level do you want to go on?” Zayn asked as we stood waiting for the double decker bus.
“What level do you think?” Codie and I said at the same time.
“Uh, I dunno…” he trailed off.
“The top level Zayn, the top level.” I said, patting his shoulder. “Why would you want to go on the bottom level when you could go on the top level?” I asked him.
“I dunno I just-” I put my finger over his lips.
“Shh.” I instructed, closing my eyes. He pushed my hand away and I felt his lips on mine. I felt my phone buzz, meaning that I got a text message. I broke away from Zyan and got my phone out and checked the screen.
From; Dickhead of an ex:
Hello?
No, not hello. Goodbye. Goodbye forever. Why can’t he just go and jump into a pit of burning lava? “Who is it?” Zayn asked me.
“No one important.” I grumbled. We got onto the bus and I stood up the front of the top deck, the wind blowing my hair around. A couple of seconds later I had another message, which I also ignored. I went silent, not saying anything to anyone. I simply wanted to kill my ex.
I was probably giving off a ‘pissed off’ kind of aura or whatever they call it, but I didn’t care. “Are you okay?” I jumped as a hand touched my shoulder.
“Not really, no.” I answered.
“Oh, care to tell me why?” I turned around and looked at Zayn.
“Not really, no.” I repeated my answer from before.
“Oh, okay.” he rested his hands on my waist. “By the way, I like your tattoo.” He changed the subject completely. I froze. Dammit, he had seen it. I had hoped almost too much that he wouldn’t.
“I don't know what you’re talking about.” I decided to lie straight through my teeth.
“The tattoo, at the very top of your leg, just high enough to be covered by shorts, not high enough to be covered by underwear.” He went into detail. I shook my head.
“Must be mistaken.” I said.
“Don't think so. It’s like a dandelion and little birds.” I shook my head again. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because it doesn’t exist.” I continued lying.
“Babe, why didn’t you tell me?” he asked again. I sighed.
“There isn’t anything there to tell you about.” I tried keeping to my lie, I don't think it’s going to work for much longer.
“What aren’t you telling Malik?” Codie asked, butting into the conversation.
“Does Jamie have a tattoo?” he asked her, crap. Mission abort, mission abort! If I jump off of the bus now…
“Yeah, I thought she told you about that or you would’ve found out by now.” She answered. Shit. I smiled as he turned around to face me.
“You lied.” He stated simply.
“Little bit, yeah.” I agreed, biting my lip.
“Why would you lie to me?” he asked next as he sat down. When I didn’t answer, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me down on top of him.
“Zayn, we’re in public.” I reminded him.
“Why wouldn’t you tell me?” he asked quietly, kissing my neck.
“Because I got it with my ex, bad memories.” I answered straight away. He pulled back and then looked into my eyes.
“I knew I would find out, one way or another.” I growled in response to his statement. Damn bitch tricked me into telling him.
“One way
Or another
I'm gonna find ya
I'm gonna getcha getcha getch-”
“Shut up Louis!” Codie shouted as Louis started singing.
“No! Never!”
I woke up with strong arms around my waist, holding me against another body. I knew that it was Zayn, and I knew he was the only thing I should be thinking about during the last two days I have here. But all I could think of was the messages I got last night. I didn’t look at my phone, but I was guessing that there would be more if I did.
I probably should tell Zayn, but, was it really worth it? He does trust me, at least I'm fairly sure he does. I don't even know why he had even started texting me. We haven’t spoken since the last day we were together, I made sure of that. I felt my nose tingling, meaning that I was going to sneeze.
I don't want to have to wake him up, come on. Don't sneeze, don't sneeze. Don't sneeze like your life depends on it. I had a sharp intake of breath before I let out the biggest sneeze I have ever had. I felt Zayn jump before he realised what was going on.
“Bless you.” He said groggily, his voice rough from sleep.
“Sorry for waking you.” I apologised straight away. I would hate being woken with a sneeze, so I should be nice about it.
“That’s alright. We have to get up soon anyway, we’re supposed to be meeting the others for a tour around London on a double decker bus.” He explained.
“Uh, why did you not tell me that before now?” I asked, nearly jumping out of the bed. the only thing holding me back was Zayn’s arms. I was squirming to try and get out of his grip, but he only held me tighter. If that’s even possible.
“Where are you trying to go?” he asked me.
“To get ready.” I answered, trying, but completely failing, to get his arms off of me.
“But there's still plenty of time.” he said. “Time to cuddle and kiss and stuff.” He whispered in my ear sending shivers down my spine. He turned me around so I was facing him. His breath fanned all over my face.
“You have morning breath.” I stated.
“So do you, but you don't see me complaining.” He said.
“You probably should be. It probably smells disgusting.” I admitted. “I may have brushed my teeth last night but that doesn’t change anything-”
“Babe.” Zayn cut me off.
“Mhm?” I responded.
“Shhh.” He instructed, pushing the hair that was over my face behind my ear.
“But I don't wanna.” I complained.
“But you will.” He said, a smirk on his face.
“Why?” I asked. He didn’t answer with words. Instead, he planted his lips against mine, it was slow and sweet. But it was sexy, I will give it that. We broke apart and my breath was shaking, my eyes kept flitting from his gaze to his lips.
“Your period finished?” He asked me, I smirked at the question.
“As of yesterday, yes.” I answered, and without any time wasted he had rolled over me to straddle my waist. “Well, someone’s a little eager.” I stated. His lips only touched mine quickly and softly. that was before he rolled to the other side of e and got out of bed.
“Not eager, just wanting to get to the other side of the room quickly.” He corrected me. I smiled, he wasn’t pushing for anything from me. “Be down in the kitchen within ten minutes, or I will come up here and carry you down for breakfast.” He told me.
“Why would I walk, when in ten minutes you would carry me?” I asked.
“Point taken.” He grabbed me out from underneath the sheets. My first response was to scream in a horrifying high pitched way as he threw me over a shoulder.
“Oh my god put me down right now!” I shouted, I don't like being carried upside down. I really don't like it.
“You wanted to be carried, so I'm carrying you.” He responded calmly.
“Yeah, I thought you would be carrying me in a way where my head is upright!” I was not calm, in any form or way.
“You thought wrong babe.” He responded, walking straight to the kitchen.
“Can you put me down now?!” I was not going to stop shouting until he did. He should know that by now.
“Not yet, I'm not done with you.” He told me. Well, how about ‘no’? I started kicking my feet and hitting his back so he would put me down. He wasn’t letting up, but instead was making ‘oof’ sounds and laughing. “Babe, that’s not going to work.” He stated.
“I know, but it’s worth a shot.” I replied, stopping my violence for a second so I could sound normal while I was talking… before I started bashing him again to the best of my ability. I think he was trying to be cool or something as he only held onto me with one hand, getting bread out and putting it in the toaster.
I can tell you two things wrong with this.
- He shouldn't have just been holding me with one hand and/or arm.
- I was falling.
“Crap!” he shouted, catching my legs in time for my face to be at the same level as his ass.
“Zayn ass in my face! Oh my god Zayn ass in my face!” I stated, still shouting, I had a feeling he wouldn’t be able to save me now. Well, here goes nothing.
“What are you doing Jamie?” he asked as he felt me moving. I moved my arms out so they would catch me and save my head from smashing on the ground.
“Just let me go.” I instructed.
“Not going to happen.” He told me.
“Just let my damn legs go, I don't want to be sniffing your butt anymore. I am not a dog. Just let my legs go.” I said, physically prepared for this. Mentally I was shitting myself. I'm probably going to break my arms, or die or something.
“But I don't want you to die.” He said sarcastically.
“I'm not gonna die, maybe get injured, but not die. Just let me go babe.” I told him again. When his grip didn’t change I shuffled my legs and slid down his back till my face was at his knees. I was practically doing a handstand against his back, just, without hands and him holding me behind his back.
Well, someone has some muscles. “I got it now Zayn, just let go.”
“Are you ready?” he asked.
“Nope, but do it anyway.” I was being honest. I wasn’t ready, but I was sure about this. he let go off my legs and I instantly collapsed in a heap on the ground.
“Are you alright?” he checked with me.
“Well, if by ‘alright’ you mean ‘in pain but not as much as originally thought’… then yes, I am alright.” I said bluntly. “And that is what happens when one carries Jamie over their shoulder and decide to only hang on with one arm.” I said as I lay there, realising something. “I'm only in one of your shirts.” I pulled the shirt that was now halfway up my stomach back over my ass.
“That you are.” He agreed with me.
“Stop being a perve you perve.” I told him as he stared at my legs.
“Can’t stop being something I am.” He went along with it.
“Well, you could try.” I replied, standing up.
“Babe…” he tried to get my attention.
“What?” I asked.
“You’re hooked on the side.” He told me, pointing to my right side. Crap, not that side. Not that side. I quickly pulled the shirt out and over my underwear, I hope he didn’t see I hope he didn’t see.
“Thanks.” I said, as I smelt something you shouldn't smell in a kitchen. “Is something burning?” I asked, finding smoke coming out of the toaster.
“Shitting f*ck.” Zayn said, immediately hitting the cancel button.
“How in the name of hell did you burn something in a toaster?” I asked.
“Heat setting was too high.” He answered bluntly.
“Wow, you really cannot cook.”
***
“What level do you want to go on?” Zayn asked as we stood waiting for the double decker bus.
“What level do you think?” Codie and I said at the same time.
“Uh, I dunno…” he trailed off.
“The top level Zayn, the top level.” I said, patting his shoulder. “Why would you want to go on the bottom level when you could go on the top level?” I asked him.
“I dunno I just-” I put my finger over his lips.
“Shh.” I instructed, closing my eyes. He pushed my hand away and I felt his lips on mine. I felt my phone buzz, meaning that I got a text message. I broke away from Zyan and got my phone out and checked the screen.
From; Dickhead of an ex:
Hello?
No, not hello. Goodbye. Goodbye forever. Why can’t he just go and jump into a pit of burning lava? “Who is it?” Zayn asked me.
“No one important.” I grumbled. We got onto the bus and I stood up the front of the top deck, the wind blowing my hair around. A couple of seconds later I had another message, which I also ignored. I went silent, not saying anything to anyone. I simply wanted to kill my ex.
I was probably giving off a ‘pissed off’ kind of aura or whatever they call it, but I didn’t care. “Are you okay?” I jumped as a hand touched my shoulder.
“Not really, no.” I answered.
“Oh, care to tell me why?” I turned around and looked at Zayn.
“Not really, no.” I repeated my answer from before.
“Oh, okay.” he rested his hands on my waist. “By the way, I like your tattoo.” He changed the subject completely. I froze. Dammit, he had seen it. I had hoped almost too much that he wouldn’t.
“I don't know what you’re talking about.” I decided to lie straight through my teeth.
“The tattoo, at the very top of your leg, just high enough to be covered by shorts, not high enough to be covered by underwear.” He went into detail. I shook my head.
“Must be mistaken.” I said.
“Don't think so. It’s like a dandelion and little birds.” I shook my head again. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because it doesn’t exist.” I continued lying.
“Babe, why didn’t you tell me?” he asked again. I sighed.
“There isn’t anything there to tell you about.” I tried keeping to my lie, I don't think it’s going to work for much longer.
“What aren’t you telling Malik?” Codie asked, butting into the conversation.
“Does Jamie have a tattoo?” he asked her, crap. Mission abort, mission abort! If I jump off of the bus now…
“Yeah, I thought she told you about that or you would’ve found out by now.” She answered. Shit. I smiled as he turned around to face me.
“You lied.” He stated simply.
“Little bit, yeah.” I agreed, biting my lip.
“Why would you lie to me?” he asked next as he sat down. When I didn’t answer, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me down on top of him.
“Zayn, we’re in public.” I reminded him.
“Why wouldn’t you tell me?” he asked quietly, kissing my neck.
“Because I got it with my ex, bad memories.” I answered straight away. He pulled back and then looked into my eyes.
“I knew I would find out, one way or another.” I growled in response to his statement. Damn bitch tricked me into telling him.
“One way
Or another
I'm gonna find ya
I'm gonna getcha getcha getch-”
“Shut up Louis!” Codie shouted as Louis started singing.
“No! Never!”
Notes
A/N:
Hey there minions!!!
So, I'm kinda running out of little ideas for chapters, so, if you could please comment some of your ideas that would be beautiful and awesome and amazing and epic and fabulous and every other word that has a similar meaning in the English language.
Love you minions!!!!
Beklet ;P
