Change // z.m.

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

*Carliey's POV*

I walked out of the bathroom in Zayn's huge t shirt and comfortable sweatpants and back over to his bedroom. My iPhone was in my left hand, whilst my right hand was rubbing a towel on my wet hair. I heard a fair noise of water running and I knew that it was Zayn taking his shower. Nobody Compares was still stuck in my head, so I hummed some of the lyrics while I walked into Zayn's pitch black bedroom.

My eyes scanned his bedroom, hoping to find a light source of any kind. "Gosh Zayn. Are you emo?" I whispered to myself as I rubbed the wall until I found a light switch. Luckily it didn't take long to find it. My fingers slid against something smooth and plastic and then I flicked something. Light beamed from a ceiling fan above Zayn's bed.

The walls were painted black, and the flooring was plush black carpet. His bed comforter was a dark grey, and his pillow cases were the same color. Shaking my head, I turned to see a guitar. A smile grew on my lips as I dropped the towel and picked up the guitar. "What to play, what to play.." I questioned myself as I sat down on Zayn's bed.

My hand started strumming in a familiar song's rhythm. "Look at this photograph." I sang quietly yet I sang in perfect harmony. "Every time I do, it makes me laugh. How did our eyes get so red? What the heck is on Joey's head?" I smiled sadly thinking of my old friends back in Ireland. "This is where I grew up. I think the present owner fixed it up. I never knew we'd ever went without. The second floor is hard for sneaking out." The song I found myself singing to was Photograph by Nickelback. It was my favourite. Shoot, it's still my favourite.

"And this is where I went to school. Most of the time 'had better things to do. Criminal record says I broke in twice. I must've done it half a dozen times." My mind flashed back to when I broke into school back in Australia. When I was there, I was the bad girl of the school. Always getting into trouble. I smiled and let out a small laugh before I continued to the next line.

"I wonder if it's too late. Should I go back and try to graduate? Life's better now than it was back then. If I was them I wouldn't let me in." I kept strumming the guitar like I was taught. "Oh, oh, oh, oh God I," I let my voice grow to its full power as I sang the chorus. "Every memory of looking out the back door! I had my photo album spread out on my bedroom floor. It's hard to say it, it's time to say it. Goodbye. Goodbye." After I finished singing the chorus, I decide to end the song. When I did, I looked up to find Zayn looking at me. His hair was in a wet mess, and he was wearing "Oh my g-"

"You're good." Zayn said with a smile on his face. "Like really good. You're almost better than me." I snorted, causing Zayn to raise his eyebrows. "I'm being serious."

"I can't sing." I replied sheepishly. Zayn took his turn and snorted.

"Carliey, you sing amazingly." I shrugged my shoulders, and looked down at the guitar in my hands. "Let's sing something together."

"A-Are you sure?"

"Positive." Zayn assured as he sat next to me. "What do you know how to play?" He asked.

"I don't really know. I know how to play Last First Kiss by One Direction," I said cautiously, not knowing if he'll burst out laughing at me for being a 'Directioner'. "I also know Irresistible by One Direction.." Zayn smiled brightly and nodded his head.

"You wanna start the song?"

"Which one?"

"Irresistible."

"Sure," I replied starting the song by strumming the guitar. "Don't try to make me stay, or ask if I'm okay. I don't have the answer." I sang sweetly immediately thinking of the abuse. "Don't make me stay the night, or ask if I'm alright. I don't have the answer."