Soft Hate {One Direction}

Chapter 5 - No

•Nyla's POV•

Niall looked so enthused. I wanted to burst out into laughter so bad, no hell in way he was doing me. Fuck no, you guys know me. I'm gonna leave. Just take some food, a bit of money then bam. I'll run away like nothing happened.

You didn't really think I would stay did you? Disturbing me out of planning my thoughts someone spoke. "Um, I lied about the extra room."

"I know." I replied letting him know I'm not stupid.

"Oh, well your sleeping with me." Niall demanded.

He pissed me off int hat second. "I'm not your sex slave."

"Technically you are."

I rolled my eyes. "No, I'm sleeping on the couch."

He seemed to get a little pissed off himself too, I noticed by how her raised his voice a bit. "No! Your sleeping with me, final."

I crossed my arms and shrugged. "Fine, bye I'll go back to the streets."

Picking up my bag, that had my board and guitar he shouted out what I knew he would. "Wait!" Turning around I gave him the 'what' look. "Fine, you can sleep on the damn couch."

Giving a sarcastic smile, making my cheeks perk up into the weirdest way possible, Niall rolled his eyes. Throwing my bags onto the couch, I let my self jump onto the couch. Checking what time it was on the clock that sat there on the coffee table in front of me.

Reading the numbers in my mind that said, 11:33 P.M. "Uh, guys what time do you sleep?" I asked.

"Around twelve." Zayn responded.

Inside my head I was going crazy, I just wanna get out of here. I mean it's a nice place and all, but really them!? Though I know I'm getting good out of it, good money. Wondering how many times I've done this? Well, lets estimate around eight by now?

"You sure your not thirsty?" Zayn asked with a wink.

They really did piss me off, what kind of girl do they think I am!? Grabbing a pillow that laid behind my head, I threw it at him, as I replied. "No."

Looking down at the table, I saw a magazine. I picked it up, and criss-cross-apple sauced on the couch. Reading through it I read how celebrity drama was so big! Hearing footsteps walking towards the couch, I looked up with only my eyes, keeping my head down.

"Go away?" I asked as nice as possible.

Next thing I knew, the couch sunk as someone sat on it. "No, I sha'll not."

I sighed as a cup of water appeared right infront of me interrupting my magazine reading. "Uh...I said n-"

They cut me off before I could finish. "You said, yes." Looking up I saw Zayn. What does he want?

Taking the glass of water, I placed it ont he table putting the magazine away, beside me on the couch to be exact. "So, need something?"

Zayn took a bite out of his cookie and replied. "No."

"Um..."

He turned and faced my way placing his left knee onto the couch keeping the other on the ground. "Just, can I get to know you?"

Woah, get to know me? No, he can't get to know me. I squinted my eyes making an unsure face. "Erm, no..." I told him with my voice trailing off.

Zayn turned back around slowly. "Oh."

This time I turned to face him. "That's not what I meant."

"Course, doesn't every girl say that to me?"