Over Again

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I got to the hospital, but Nathaniel was already asleep. Harry had said he'd stay with him tonight. Zayn insisted on me staying with him tonight and I know exactly why. I'm sitting on his couch and he's out getting some food. I'm crazy bored and there doesn't seem to be anything funny to do here. I picked up some clothes at Harry's and these clothes were starting to get ichy. I pulled out some Nike neon blue shorts and a stay weird be happy shirt.

I went to his guest bedroom and put my things away. I was staying here for a while, only because of Daniel. There were so many doors. Mine was down stairs and I walked up the stairs which led me to the living room. The front door was to the right of me. The stair case to go up was right next to the stair case going down. I walked up a bit of steps and there was a door to the left and turned right and walked up a little but more steps and leading straight was a hall. To the left was an office room which you could step into. There was a door straight a head and another door to the left. The hall was long! I opened the door and the bedroom had to sets of bunk beds. I shut the door and went to the other one. I opened the door and it was big and had a huge bed and a sliding door to the right of the room. There wasn't a bathroom in it though. I shut the door and walked back to the middle where the office and steps were. There was a door which was by the first set of steps that was in the left as you went up. I opened it and found it to be Zayn's room. He had a big bed that had a black confuter and black pillow cases. He had a huge bathroom that had a door to the left of the room which also had the closet in it.

(House tour of the house http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8KzSXHlKX3w) *link to house video*

I heard his car and ran out of his room to the living room. I sat on the couch an dtook my phone out to pretended to text someone. Instead of that stupid plan, I called Belle.

"Hey what are you up to ya crazy whore?" I laughed and she did as well.

"Nothin much milf. How is going with staying at playboys house? Anyone getting rocked?" The first time we heard rock me we could not help but laugh. It sounded so sexual. Zayn had walked in and sat the food on the coffee table and sat down next to me.

"Hahaha, funny. No one is getting rocked you dirty girl! Eagle is in the house I'll call you back okay."

"Okay, you can tell me how the porno went later. Remember no glove no love! Bye sheet cheeks." I hung up and Zayn looked at me and smiled.

"What's up with that Malik?" I mugged his arm and he laughed again. What was so funny?

"Why are you so sure you're not going to get rocked?" He raised an eyebrow. I know Harry seemed like the pervert one but honestly it was Zayn.

"Because I am. I'm not 'rocking' anyone until I'm 26. I can't deal with three kids. I'm barley 19."

"If little boy Harry knew how to wrap his willy instead of being a silly boy you wouldn't. Don't say 'Oh Zayn you were too.' I was 19 and immature but Harry, he's just a man whore. He's my mate and I accept him, and at least I'm not his girlfriend." He started to eat his food. He bought home some Panda Express, it smells so great!

"We'll I'm not his girlfriend anymore. We're taking a break. I'm just going to be a single lady forever. I don't want to rub off and Nathaniel. He's going to have better relationships than me."

"If he looks anything like me when he's older he'll have no problem getting a girl." He took another bite and I laughed. I started eating and it felt so good to just not talk and eat. Me and Zayn could go a whole day without talking and sometimes it was nice, sometimes I liked being alone. No one can hurt you when you're alone.

We finished eating and Zayn put on Miracle on 34th street. I loved this movie only because of the romance in it. Zayn put his arm over me and I scooted closer into him. I laid my head on his chest and he wrapped his other arm around me. I put my left arm around him and smiled. I wish Harry wasn't being a douche, I couldn't stop thinking about us. If that was a term anymore...

"Zayn.." I looked up at him and he looked down at me.

"Yeah love."

"That question you asked me when we were at the hospital, did you mean what you said?" I sat up and he put his hands in mine. He pulled me onto his lap and put one hand on my hip and the other ran threw my hair.

"Of corse I did. You were my first love, the mother of my son, and the first person to make me realize how lucky I am." He lowed his hand and put it on my hip as well. I wanted to kiss him so bad, but I restrained myself. I knew if I did it would complicate everything all over again. I wasn't over Zayn when I got with Harry and I'm not over Harry and I don't want to be with Zayn. I'm not doing that again. I wish we could start over again and change things. I wish Zayn was the guy to sweep me off my feet and grow old with, but he isn't.

"Do you have an answer for the question I asked you?" He moved up a little and looked at my lips.

"We were 16 Zayn. I'm a big kid now, we both are. I changed and so did my feelings for you. It's Harry, it'll always be just Harry." I tried to move off his lap but his hands were tightly gripped on me.

"Can I try to change your mind?" He smirked and I tried not to look into his eyes, they were like a trap to me. I just looked down at his shirt.

"You can't change change how the heart loves, it doesn't work that way." He would never understand understand and I didn't have all the time in the world to explain it to him.

"If I didn't cheat on you, you'd still be with me. Not him."

"You can't change the past Zayn. What's done is done, accept what happened, and move on."

"I was going to break up with Perrie, she know how I feel about you." He moved his lips closer to mine and before he could kiss me I put my hand on his chest and pushed him back.

"It will always be Harry." He grabbed my hand and put it back down. He leaned in and I turned my head so he kissed my cheek.

He sighed and sat up, as did I.

"I can't make you love me again, can I?"

I shook my head. Maybe in some alternate universe, Zayn and I were together. I'd like to think that we'd he a happy couple who had three beautiful children. But this isn't an alternate universe. I had felt the pain of loving someone who didn't love you back. It was like a sharp dull ache you felt with very breath when they weren't around. It was daydreaming about a wedding that would never happen, it was planning a life together, and it was devastating to hear that those dreams, would never come true.

I kept hearing a ringing sound and reached over to pick my phone up that was on the coffee table. Harry was calling me, great.

"Yes?" Wow, I sounded like shit.

"We need to talk Ally." Wow, he sounds like shot too.

"No, we don't." Zayn had awkwardly got up to use the bathroom, thank god.

"I'm not going to leave you alone until you talk to me."

"Haven't you said enough?"

"I was being so stupid. I'm sorry, just please please please come talk to me."

"I can't, not tonight. I need one night alone." If I didn't get this one night to myself, I'd lose all my sanity, an would break a chair or two.

"I need you, please Ally." His voice cracked. It's nice hearing that someone needs you because that's what makes love so addicting. Feelings important and wanted is is best feeling in the world, but when things get hard, people always run.

"Okay, pick me up at Zayn's in 10 minutes."

"Okay." He hung up and I started nervously running my hands through my hair. I ran to my room and out some pants an uggs on. It was a bit chilly outside and I didn't want to catch a cold. I grabbed my beanie and jacket too. I ran back to Zayn's room and waited for him to get out, which wasn't too long.

"I'm going to talk to Harry." I didn't want to say too much. I did just crush his heart, he needs time to himself. I should give him that time.

"Um, okay just don't be out too long. I want us to watch The Vow."

"Hahaha, okay. I'll be back soon to watch a super cheesy movie with you." I laughed and kissed his cheek. I could get my shit together, one problem at a time.

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