Changing For Her {Zayn Malik}

Zayn! Have you seen my charger!" I yelled, seconds later the bathroom door flew open revealing Zayn with nothing but a towel which hung dangerously low on his hips showing his v-line. My eyes deceived me as I found them roaming Zayn's bare chest and tattooed arms admiring his wonderful body art. "Like what you see" he smirked, running his hands through his dripping wet hair. I could hear the amusement in his voice when he spoke as I became flustered, my cheeks flaming red. "Um...do you know where it is?" I ignored his previous remark and quickly set out to find my IPhone 5S charger. From behind me, I heard a drawer pulled open followed by shuffling. Shortly after my charger was placed on the night stand beside me. Turning around I asked Zayn where he had found it, to which he said it was in the top drawer if the dresser on the other side of the room. I silently cursed myself for being so blond as I started placing everything I had taken out back into its place. "Thanks." I began zipping up my black duffel bag to carry downstairs when there was a slight thud on the wooden floor. Ignoring it, I quickly turned around only to see Zayn in his birthday suit, fully on display. "Aahhhh!" I exclaimed while shielding my eyes, Zayn's entire lower half was just there. I snatched my bag from the bed and bolted towards the door. "Babe, don't cover your eyes, I'm all yours," Zayn chuckled, I flipped him off and continued strutting towards the door. As soon as I was out the door, Zayn yelled " Plus, you've seen me naked before" followed by a series of chuckles before the sounding of the bedroom door slamming shut. "Ready," Zayn said as he stopped at he last step on the staircase. He was clothed in his usual attire, a white Nirvana t-shirt, dark jeans and Timberlands, his hair was perfectly gelled in his signature quiff and the smell of his after shave, coconut hit my nose sending me in overdrive. Despite his alluring appearance, I was beyond annoyed right now, he had been up there for over half an hour doing God knows what. And he said I took long to get dressed. "Finally," I groaned as I grabbed my black bag off the floor and headed towards the car parked outside the house. Buckling my seat belt, I glimpsed at Zayn and Harry chatting while strolling over into my direction, I admired the modern house before me for the last time, I already said bye to the others and all I needed for those two knuckle heads to get into the car and leave seeing we were the only one's left here and I started to drew bored as I couldn't get past level40 in Candy Crush which was very frustrating. Finally Zayn and Harry got into the car making me do a happy dance, mentally of course. Zayn gazed at me as if to ask if I had everything, nodding my head he strapped on his seat belt as Harry did the same as soon we were far away from the beautiful use of 2,254 sq ft of land that held that magnificent lake house owned by Kelly's parents whom I envied at the moment for having such a lovely house which they rarely live in. Browsing through my app store on my Iphone, I stumbled across Wattpad to which I thought was crap because I wasn't a fan of reading but turned out to be very interesting. I began reading Maid For Hire and soon enough I tuned out everything around me as I became consumed in the book at once and soon enough I felt my eyelids meet each other. My body jerked forward nearly throwing my phone onto the front glass of the car and me to wake up from my slumber. My eyes fluttered opened and I observed that I was in a very familiar driveway and a even more familiar house. "Someone finally woke up." A hand grazed my shoulder causing me to flinch at the abrupt contact on my soft skin. Shifting my body, I peered at Zayn whose face wore an apologetic smile. "How long was I asleep for?" I groggily asked as I ran my hand through my dishevelled long curly dark hair. The last thing I remember was being enraptured into this book app, Wattpad which I found very interesting seeing as people who just wrote for fun, some of them are discovered and their works are published internationally. "About an hour or so" Zayn replied while resting one of his arms on the steering wheel and resting back on the seat. My lips formed in an "O" shape,it was then that I noticed that he wasn't wearing his leather jacket which allowed his tattoos to e on display to everyone. My eyes lingered longer on his ZAP one which I've grown to favour best. . My mind immediately shifted to a certain curly haired boy. "Where's Harry?" "I dropped him off while you were asleep." That explains why the car was so hushed, normally he would be infuriating me incessantly but for a change it was actually...peaceful. We got out of the car together and made our way to the front door with our bags, well Zayn did although I insisted that I carried it myself he refused on many occasions to which I finally gave in to and let him have it his way. "Dad" my voice echoed throughout the silence of the house, my dad had to be here his car was parked out front. Moving into the kitchen dragging Zayn along with me, I saw my dad over the stove, probably preparing lunch. He must have heard our footsteps because instantly, he turned around as soon as we entered the kitchen and was hit by the aroma of bake chicken and lasagna in the oven. When he did so his eyes lit up at the sight of Zayn and I and not a second later I was in his embrace, pulling away he shook Zayn's hand and greatly each other 'manly' as they referred to it as. "Katie..I thought you both weren't going to be here until later." I nodded my head and smiled at him, he always liked to be on time and from my view of things the same meal that smelt so good was for us. "It's okay dad, right Zayn..just call for us, we'll be in my room." I tugged Zayn up to my room to help him get comfortable where he'd be staying for the next week. "Where am I staying?" Zayn inquired while knitted his eyebrows in confusion as I started packing away his jeans in one of my chest drawers. He seriously thought I was going to let him sleep in a guest bedroom when he could sleep in my room right next to me and we could cuddle. I wasn't one to give up cuddling just like that, it was either he slept in my room or I in his. "In my room" I replied while rolling my chocolate brown eyes as if it was so obvious. Why else would I be putting his belongings into my room. "Are you sure... ya know,your dad is okay with us sleeping in the same room yet the same bed in his house?" he asked wearily, Zayn was one to respect my father's wishes seeing he was the closest to a father than anyone else have been since his parents died. I understand his uneasiness but I was certain my father was okay with us being in the same room alone, after all I'm 18 and Zayn's 19. I nodded my head as a light bulb when off in my head. "If this makes you feel any better, he even knows about what we did on my birthday. If he wanted to kill you, I'm pretty sure you'd be six feet under by now" Zayn intake the information I just told him and just stood there still, no kind of movement. His eyes suddenly snapped towards me and his eyes widen as of he just heard what I just said which generated his body to instantly freeze. "Zayn!Katie!, lunch is finished"

Tugging Zayn by his wrist which I might add took a lot of energy seeing as he was frozen into Hus position. I realized he was nervous about facing my father again seeing as it would be pretty awkward from now. Arriving in the kitchen, I immediately spotted a white piece of paper on the counter top. Got called in, lunch is I'm the oven ~ DAD Taking the food out the oven , I handed a plate to Zayn who sat at the table staring off into space. Taking a seat next to him, I devoured the food which was quite delicious. For the remainder of the day, Zayn and I had a say in just lounging around and yes he wanted to know how my father found to which I replied it was his fault, he was the one that need so sore that I had to limp to get around.
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Notes

How old do you guys think i am?