Irresistible (A Zayn Malik love story)

This is a Zayn Malik fan fiction.
A 16 year old orphan named Amber has been an orphan for most of her life. Her life is suddenly about to change when she finds out that she is finally being adopted. The problem is, she has a major crush on her new foster brother Zayn Malik. But Zayn's band mate, Harry Styles, also has a crush on Zayn's new foster sister.


15. Half-Naked Harold with Oranges

    AMBER'S P.O.V.

     I wake up in a pool of sweat. I see that Tina is not in her bed. I start to panic. What if Mason has found me? What if he took Tina? I have to get out of here. I scramble to get the bed quilts off of my and I run to the closet. I push my legs through a pair of fuzzy polar bear pj pants. I slip on my volleyball shirt over my sports bra. I dig deep down into the closet and I pull out my old fastpitch softball bat. I take a few swings. This brings bad good memories, and it is perfect for beating the crap out of intruders. I grip the rubber handle of the bat. I open the door when I hear a loud crash coming from downstairs. Oh no. Someone is in trouble. I creep down the stairs quietly but quickly. I slide behind the wall swiftly. I hear a crunching sound coming from the kitchen. A ruffle of noise is heard. I grip the bat tighter, as I prepare my attack. I lunge out from behind the wall as I scream, "STOP WHATEVER YOU ARE DOING AND PUT YOUR HANDS UP!!! I HAVE A GUN!" The figure drops a box of cereal and turns around with his hands up. Terror fills his eyes just as his mouth is filled with corn flakes. "Don't shoot," he mumbles with his mouth full of corn flakes. I lower the bat in relief. It is just Harry. Harry shirtless, in only his boxers. I lean on the bat like it is a cane. "What are you doing Harry?" I ask him as I try not to stare at his half naked body. "Just eating and trying not to get shot by a bat," He says sarcastically. I glare at him. "What would you be more afraid of Harold? A bat, or a gun?" I ask him. "Hey, don't bring my full name into this," he says as he shoves a handful of cereal into his mouth. "Ok, Harold Edward Styles," I say as I leave the kitchen. "Ok, Amber Lillian Crawford," Harry says with a smirk on his face.

    I turn around in shock. How did he know that? "How did you know my full name?" I question him. "How did you know MY full name?" He snaps back as he opens the fridge door. "Harry, you are one of the most famous boys in the world, the whole girl population knows your full name." I say. "That's true." He says as he pulls out a jug of orange juice from the fridge. Oh God, Oranges. "But that doesn't explain how you know my full name," I say as I stare at the orange liquid that is being poured into the glass. "Oh, I was just looking through your records from the orphanage that are stored in Zayn's room, and I found some pretty interesting stuff on your medical records," Harry says with a smirk as he picks up the glass of orange juice. "Li-i-ike wh-hat?" I ask stuttering, afraid of what's going to happen next. "Oh I don't know," he begins as he grips the glass of orange juice, "Just that you are allergic to oranges." He begins to walk towards me with the glass. "Harry- don't. You. Dare." I say as I hold up the bat to him. He walks closer and closer. Holding the glass in his hand. He stands right in front of me with the glass. I back away. Every step that I take back, he takes a step forwards. I suddenly hit the wall. Harry stares into my eyes, inches away from my face, holding the glass. He just stands there for what seems life forever. "Don't use my full name," he finally says as he chugs the glass of orange juice. He has a smirk on his face as he finishes the glass. "Where is the rest of the people," I ask, still in shock. I can't believe that Harry would use oranges against me like that. "They went to go and get some coffee," He says as he places the glass in the sink. "And another question, why are you only in your boxers?" I ask as I try not to look at his abs. He looks down at himself. He looks back up with a smirk on his face. "You like it, don't you?" He asks with that cheeky grin on his face. "You pervert," I says as I reach to the side counter and I grab an oven mitt and I throw it at him. He defects it. "Come on, I see it in your eyes. I know you enjoy what you see," He utters as he turns in a circle. "Harry, really?" I ask him. "Really Amber?" He asks back at me. "Really why," I asks him seriously. "Because today is a lazy day," he replies.

     "A lazy day?" I question. "Yep, a day where I just lay around in my boxers and do nothing," He says as he walks past me and lays on the couch. He reaches for the remote and he switches the telly on. The U.S X-Factor is on. "10 pounds Carly wins." Harry says to me. "It's on," I say back to him. I stand there and he lays there, we wait for the announcement. "And the winner of the X-Factor 2012 is...." they take a long pause. "Tate Stevens!" They finally say. I smile at Harry. "I win." I say simply. "I don't have 10 pounds on me, but I thought that Carly was going to win for sure!" Harry exclaims. I laugh. "Well while you lay around and do nothing, I'm going to head to the gym," I say as I head up the stairs. "I have to come with you." I hear Harry say. " I stop. "Why?" I ask him. "I just want to," He answers. "Ummmmmm ok, just at least put on some sweats," I say as I continue up the steps to pack my gym bag. To the gym with Harry Styles. This should turn out interesting.

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