Make It Rain

Chapter 19

Chapter 1 9

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My feet were stuck in place. Why would my mother choose to surprise at such an unnecessary time. I just have to act cool so she doesn't get suspicious about the activities I've been doing in her absence.

"Are you alright." Zayn looked at me with worried eyes.

I cleared the nervous lump in my throat. "Um. Yea its just... My mother just came into town, and she's on her way to my apartment." I said softly.

"Well this is a perfect time for me to meet your mother." Zayn said with a smile.

"No your not." I said in serious tone.

The smile dropped from his face. "Why not."

"To be honest my mother wouldn't approve."

"What is there not to approve of."

"You're tattoos, you job and overall you're lifestyle."

"Why do care about your mother's approval?"

"She just wants what's best for me."

"That's what's wrong with people today, they let their parents dictate their lives, when you should be controlling your own. Your parents don't have to live your life. You do. So why not do what you want. If I would have listened to my parents I would be a lawyer or some sh.it, make less money and unhappy."

"Can we just go because I don't want to keep her waiting."

Zayn sighed in frustration. "Ok, but you owe me."

I rolled my eyes and walked down the path to Zayn's car.

When we started the drive back to my apartment Zayn and I talked about nonsense, and had petty arguments like which cereal was the best.

"Frosted flakes are just wonder I could eat it for the rest of my life." I argued.

"Its full of sugar and not really healthy."

"Raisin brand is so bland. You are disgusting for eating it."

Zayn turned and made a kissy face at me. "I wasn't disgusting to you this morning." He wiggled his eyebrows.

I swatted his arm. Suddenly his phone started ringing. He pulled it out of his pocket looking at the screen. He locked his phone not bothering to answer.

The phone rang again and he turned it off again.

The third time he huffed in annoyance.

"What!" He said finally answering the phone.

"OK I'm busy right now."

"Oh sh.it I totally forgot."

"I'll be after I drop sy- I'll be there soon." He finale said before hanging up.

Zayn looked really tense driving. I  put my leg in his thigh, and slowly slid it towards his center. His head snapped to me.

"What are you doing? I'm driving."

I pulled back my hand and sat back in my seat and looked out of the window. Why did he have to have bad mood swings. I hate having to walk on melting ice around him. I shouldn't have to watch what I say or do around him, when he doesn't bother to spare my feelings when he says hurtful things to me.

Throughout the ride Zayn tried to make conversation with me, but I didn't engage. I would answer with one word answers and not even look at him.

Pulling up to my apartment was a relief and a worry to me. I reached for other door handle to get out but Zayn stopped my hand. I turned to look at him.