Bad for Me

When Ally moves to a new school, once again after her father changed locations in the military, he meets a lot of good people. But in the midst of everyone welcoming her and new friendships, she meets him. Zayn Malik, the schools bad boy rebel. Her friends tell her to watch out, but something tells her to go for the chase.


10. A Surprise Guest

*2 Hours Later*

             Waking me up from my sleep, I hear pounding on the door. Groaning as I get up, I look at the clock. 9:45. Who wants to see a sick person at 9:45 in the morning? "Who is it?" I ask drowsily. "Zayn. Ally's friend." Smiling a little, I open the door. He embraces me in a hug, and I stumble back. "Are you okay?" He mumbles in my ear. "Does it look or sound like I'm okay?" I ask sarcastically. "I'm sorry babe." Zayn pulls back, and I trudge back to my bedroom, him following.

             "How'd you know where I lived?" I asked him as soon as I say down on the bed. "I overheard Liam, Harry, Niall, and Louis talking about it this morning at your locker. You didn't come so I ditched and came to make you feel better." Zayn tells me with a smile. "You didn't have to do that." I blush, fiddling with my hands. "Yeah I did." He insists before putting his hand on top of mine, sending sparks all over my body. "I'm gonna get under the covers." I sniffle to Zayn, and plunge under the sheets, taking in the warmness. "Mind if I help you warm up?" He winks before getting under the blankets with me, leaving me no choice. "I hope you don't mind getting sick." I say sarcastically to him, but smile a little.

             Before I know it, I feel his arms creep around my waist, and Zayn drags me closer to his surprisingly warm body. "I don't mind at all." He whispers in my ear seductively, making me shiver a little, which leads to Zayn pulling me even closer. I yawn a little, and he smirks. "What?" I ask. "Nothing." Zayn answers. For a while, we don't say anything, just look up at the ceiling, cuddling as if we were a couple. "You were my first kiss." I tell him out of the blue. "That's sweet." Zayn comments, and kisses my cheek over and over. I smile, and suddenly I feel his hand run up and down my thigh, bringing more tingles out of me. "Zayn, p-please," I stutter a bit. "N-not right now." His hand stops, but I can feel him simper. "Not now?" "Yeah." I answer uneasily. "So if you weren't sick," Zayn starts. "Oh uh, I just, um." I ramble out words, and can't seem to put them into a correct sentence. Making it worse, I start to blush. "I-I didn't mean it like that."

              "Sure you didn't, babe." Zayn replies, and before I can protest, he gently starts to kiss my neck. "Zayn," I groan, half of me wanting him to stop, the other half wanting him not to. "I need to rest." My back still turned to him, Zayn starts to lightly rub shapes on my arm. "Please?" I breathe, not finding my voice. "Alright." He whispers, backing away a little, but just a little, not too much. Spinning me around so I can face him, Zayn hugs me tightly, and I take a deep breath of his cologne. "Go to sleep." He says softly before kissing my forehead, and I cuddle into him more. "Thanks." I whisper, and then slowly close my eyes.

*Couple Hours Later*

            "Allyson. Wake up." I feel someone gently shake me awake. I groan and turn over, catching my hair in my face. "Come on, Ally. Don't make this any harder than it has to be." "What is it?" I mumble softly. "I made you some lunch." Zayn's voice comes in more clear. "Lunch?" I snap my eyes open, the smell of peanut butter in the air. I hear him laugh, which makes me smile. Zayn's laugh is so, magical. "Yes lunch! I made a PB&J for you." He persuades me.

             Sitting up straight, I go to grab the plate from him. "Nah ah ah." Zayn pulls the sandwich away before I can reach, shaking his head. "There is a catch." A grin of evil spreads across his face. "Zayyyynnnn." I whine at him while he just laughs some more. "You want the sandwich, then tell me I'm the hottest guy you've ever met." Zayn teases, floating the sandwich in the air, trying to tempt me. "More like the handsomest." I murmur in a low voice. "Okay I will. Zayn is the-" I began. "What'd you say?" Zayn asks suspiciously. "Okay I will. Zayn is the-" I answer him confidently. "No before that." He points out. "Okay I will?" I state more in a question form. "No, no, no, no. You said something under your breath before that." Zayn says more specifically.

            "Oh, it was nothing." I said. "Than you wouldn't mind telling me what you said." He cleverly turns it back on me. "It was nothing, Zayn!" I yell, but fail to hide my smile, and, unfortunately, my blush. "You're blushing, so it was something! C'mon, tell me, Ally." Zayn pleads, still holding my food. "I don't know." I tell him uneasily. "I'll give you your food." He dangles the sandwich in front of my eyes. I reach to grab it, but my reflexes are slow today.

            I sigh in defeat, and hang my head down. "Fine. I said you're more like the handsomest than the hottest." Playing with my fingers, I peer up at his face. It was filled with mixed emotions, and his dark brown eyes had swimming tears in them. Grabbing the plate from his hand, and setting it aside, I scoot closer to him. Guiding my hand over Zayn's tattoos, I shake my head. "I'm sorry."I said. "Why are you apologizing?" He asks suddenly. "I thought I said something wrong." I admit. "No, you did the opposite. No one has ever called me handsome in my life, it's always been you know hot or cute or sexy. Thank you so much." Zayn says as he strokes my cheek.

           Smiling, I kiss his hand. "Guess what?" He asked. "What?" I question. "You're the most beautiful girl I've ever met." Zayn smiles, then pulls me in for a hug. Hugging him back, my stomach growls all of the sudden. "It's time for me to eat." I grab the plate and sandwich, and start to swallow it down. "Zayn?" I asked. "Yes, Ally?" He chirps up. "Thank you, for everything." I say gratefully, finishing the last bite. "Allyson?" "Yes, Zayn?" I reply. "Will you go out with me?" Zayn asks shyly. 

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