*~~~~~~~Niall’s POV~~~~~~~*
Everybody was looking at me weird, then turning and looking at Jay weird.
What the fuck?
When Zayn’s eyebrows kept shooting up each time I put a Dorito into Jay’s mouth, I figured it out.
They were amazed that I shared my food.
Not such a big deal, I share my food with everyone, well… not really. Nobody ever really asks me for food. Well, that’s a lie. The difference is that I actually like Jay; it seems natural to be sharing a bag of Doritos with her, arguing over whether or not to be putting Kool-Aid into our Doritos.
I mean, who the fuck puts Kool-Aid into their Doritos?
Not to judge, nor be picky, because dang it was good. We were currently sitting on the couch; well more like I was sitting on the couch and Jay was sitting in my lap. She continuously shot Zayn and Liam curious glances, hiding behind her hair every time they caught her peeking. A little bit of jealousy crept up on me and I kissed the back of her head, trying to show that she’s mine…
Not to be possessive or anything…
*~~~~~~~Jay’s pov~~~~~~~*
I want to go swimming.
Okay, okay. Maybe I want to see the 4 hottest guys in the world, five if Louis was here, shirtless and wet.
Just maybe.
Zayn was just sitting on the couch, relaxing and stuff when Harry runs and throws himself from the back of the couch onto the part that Zayn was on.
“Oomph!” Zayn let out a strangled sort of yell into the cushion, turning and shooting daggers at Harry.
“What was that for?” Zayn yelled, the vein in his neck throbbing as his face turned red.
Harry got off the couch, backing up with his arms raised in surrender.
“Whoa, calm down mate, I didn’t know you were on your period.”
I glared at Harry, who simply smirked at me before turning back to Zayn. Zayn’s head was in his hands as he slowly shook it side to side.
“Sorry mate, it’s just a lot of girl troubles.” He mumbled, lifting his head out of his hands and looking at Harry sadly.
“Perrie?” Harry asked, sitting next to Zayn quietly and patting his back soothingly.
Zayn nodded turning and looking out the window.
“We’re just getting so distant, we hardly talk anymore, we never see each other, and ever since that rumor that we broke up, there are pictures of her with guys everywhere!”
He sighed in frustration, throwing his hands down at his sides as he stood up abruptly.
“Zayn, I really doubt-“ Harry started,
“Just let me think.” Zayn mumbled, grabbing his keys and walking out the door.
*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Zayn’s POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*
I walked out the back entrance of the lobby to avoid the ecstatic fans, I wasn’t really in the mood for them and I didn’t really want to snap at them. I walked down the street with my hood pulled on and my head low, eventually ending up in front of a small café.
The bell chimed in the deserted café, signaling there was someone here.
-bzzt-
My phone vibrated in my back pocket, hopefully it wasn’t the boys freaking out that I just left, wouldn’t that just top off this horrible day?
