Soft Hate {One Direction}

Chapter 6 - Worthless

Zayn's POV

I watched as Harry looked apologetic over there with Nyla. Out of everyone who stood in this room, I had the least chance. I just know it why would she pick me? 'Bradford Bad Boi'? More like Bradford Kid Boi. Literally I could hate my self for wanting her. She deserves anyone but me I should just forget her and part my ways. Right?

About to walk into the booth someone tapped my shoulder, turning around Nyla stood before me. "Can we uh talk later?" She asked with a tad bit of confidence.

Bringing a small smile o my face I nodded my head. "Yea."

"Great." She replied as she walked back over to Harry.

Nyla's POV

"What was that all about?" 

"What?" I asked Harry who seemed as if he owned me.

"That! You just walked away and talked to Zayn then came back!" Harry yelled then looked around to notice that every boy band member besides Zayn was looking our way.

"You don't own me. And no."

"No!?" He shouted in a whisper.

"You really think I can forgive you!?" I asked back in a whisper shout.

"Well yea!"

"Your pathetic." I mumbled.

"Look who's talking a worthless cunt." With those words he left and walked back into the booth. That word 'worthless'. It got to me, and it got to me well. 

Niall sat on the couch and played his guitar, walking over to him I tapped his shoulder. "Uh, can I go home?" I asked.

"Why?" Niall asked back.

Scratching the back of my head I replied. "Just can I?" 

"I'll go with you." He replied.

With that Niall stood up and placed his guitar into it's case. "Where you guys going?" Zayn asked as he peeked his head out of the recording booth.

Niall was about to speak but I corrupted him before he could. "Were going home, see you later Zayn?" I asked making sure we were still on. To the thought, I think I might like Zayn out of all of these lads.

Zayn smiled and nodded his head walking back into the booth. Turning back around toward the way out Niall looked at me funny. "Um whats up?" He asked.

"Nothing."

"You like Zayn don't you."

Taking a chance to the thought that I might like Zayn, I replied with a. "No."

"Sure." Niall replied as he walked faster and ahead of me.

Remembering he was famous and I could be seen with him, then a whole bunch of rumors were going on. I took his hat off my head, catching up to him I shoved it into his chest. "Take your stupid hat." With those words I let my self walk in the opposite direction of his flat.

"Where are you going!?" Niall asked.

"Home!" I shouted back. I really didn't have time for guy problems.

Niall's POV

Watching her walk away didn't seem right to me, I didn't want her to go yet. Sure I wanted her in my bed tonight or at least that was my plan, but maybe friends is another option. I mean I don't have friends.

My 'friends' are just basically my fuck buddy. That's another reason I wanted her for when I first saw her. Now? I really just wanna be friends. Or something else.....my emotions are all fucked up right now.