Zayn Malik;; Amused;; alone;; no-one
Zayn ran is hand through is soft black hair slowly; his wide brown eyes tired from the lack of sleep- lately he hadn't been able to sleep, too much on his mind... Finally tearing his eyes away from the hollow face that reflected from the mirror he pulled on a tight white top; clinging to his chest tightly. He closed his eyes fighting back a headache that was lurking behind all of the beer and parting; ugghhh. Hangover. He grabbed a black blazer from the handle of his wardrobe- tugging it on in his sleepy state. He knew for a fact that it was late, all the others would most likely be u, they always were... He stripped of the grey pair of joggers that had clung to his legs during the little sleep that Zayn actually achieved last night, pealing of the black socks from yesterday. ''Tramp.'' He whispered about himself, to himself. He pulled on a pair of black skinny jeans; hopping around the room trying to fit his legs into the skinny material- he jumped onto the bed flailing his legs around into the jeans fell right into place. He gave a victory smirk; pants. You have been defeated once again. He pulled on a pair of green socks with little 4 leaf clovers on them. Niall's. He stole them from his room the other day because he ran out- he also had a pair of Louis boxers as well. They were his best as well- blue with superman written on the bum. He laughed out loud when he realised that Louis had been looking for them for ages. Another half hour later Zayn emerged from the bathroom- hair jelled back into a perfect style, Zayn had a bit of a obsession with his hair, but who could blame him for wanting to look his best! He didn't bother with shoes, he just stumbled down the stairs in Niall's socks. He noticed all the boys at the door. '' Where is my breakfast...'' he mumbled, upset nobody had made him any. Where was Niall at times like these! The three other boys seem to be fussing over this girl- who Zayn had no idea what she was doing here. He just cocked his legs up onto the coffee table and placed his hands behind his head. Then he remembered that competition. He le out a deep groan. Why now? He pulled a book from off the nearby table and begun reading; he couldn't care less about the girls that all the boys seem to be obsessed with...