Zayn Malik's Long Lost Sister (Unedited)

52. The Table

"What are the plans for today?" I ask Zayn. We had just finished dropping off Perrie at the hotel she and her band mates are staying at.

"Well, we both should shower. I don't know about you, but I still feel the club on my skin." Zayn answers with a soft laugh.

"Yeah, I agree." I respond.

"Then maybe we can just hang out at the house? I'm pretty tired from baby sitting last night." Zayn chuckles, pulling off of the busy road and turning on to a less active street.

"Yeah, so the plan for today is to nap?" I ask. I was actually looking forward to that. A shower then sleep.

"Unless you wanna do something else?" Zayn asks, pulling up into his driveway and throwing the car into park before shutting the engine off.

"Napping sounds amazing, actually." I smile, stepping out of the car.

It would sound completely boring to some people who is in a new place, a new town, with new cities and new faces and new opportunities, but I don't think two hours of sleep last night and a eventful next day would do anyone any good.

We walked into the house and Zayn lazily dropped his keys on to the little shelf below the key hooks instead of hanging it up. He threw his jacket over the back of the couch in the living room and padded his way over to the stairs lazily, his steps slow.

"Sweet dreams." I tell him before walking into the kitchen and making myself a glass of water. He responded sheepishly.

As the clear liquid soothed my dry throat, I discarded the rest and cleaned my dish before heading up stairs. I walked past Zayn's closed room door but froze when I heard his fingers typing away on what sounded to be a keyboard.

I didn't really think it was strange, maybe he was checking his email or something.

I continued on to my room, but before my door could completely close, Zayn tiredly called down the hall.

"Marley?" He asks. I peeked my head around the door frame, seeing that he was doing the same.

"Yes?"

"I never asked this before and I guess I've been meaning to, but what's your boss's name?"

My eyebrows pulled together and my head tilted in slight confusion. "Why do you wanna know that?" I ask in return.

"I guess I'm just curious." Zayn says with a shrug.

"Martin." I answer. "Martin Chade."

"Okay, thanks." He gave me a soft smile before wishing me a nice nap. I waved slightly before shutting my door and turning toward the mattress.

Part of me wanted to stay awake enough to ask Zayn for the real reason behind wanting the name of the man I work for, but the other part of me- the bigger part- wants to never move from this bed until my body is satisfied with the rest I know I need.

I unbutton my white shirt from the night before, slipping it off because even sleeping a couple of hours with it on last night, I could tell that the material wasn't meant to be worn in bed. It just wasn't comfortable on my skin when my mind is asleep.

I throw my shirt toward the foot of my bed, ridding myself of the shorts as well before pulling the covers up my body.

Now tucked in comfortably, I turn on my side to face the window, not entirely caring that its open and exposing me to the buildings not too far and even some in the farther distance, and I close my eyes. I let out a soft sigh in content.

* * *

A week.

It's been a week and nothing remotely interesting has happened. Everything went on without a hitch. Donnie was eating, though it is still less than it would be if I were there, Edward still hooked the Skype call up to a television- he also still made no effort in finding anyone yet. Kena and Austin had actually called me, though. Which was nice.