Addicted z.m

Chapter 11

"What was that?" I pulled away at the distraction of an external sound.

It came again and Zayn groaned, covering his face with his hand. "Dammit," he growled.

"What's wrong? Who is it?" I asked.

"Myles," he answered. "I forgot he was coming to town. I was supposed to pick him up from the airport."

I sat up and rolled off of him. He stood up from the bed and headed towards the door where the knocking continued followed by yelling.

"Zayn, I know you're in there!" Myles' voice called. "I saw your car you forgetful bastard. Open up!"

"Stay here," Zayn ordered. He left the room and Myles greeted him with a few swear words then a laugh.

I paced his bedroom, shooting Tiffany a text that I hadn't meant to stand her up for dinner. I texted Greg that I would call him before bed.

I bit my nail, becoming well too engrossed with a stupid app everyone was hooked on. When I became too frustrated, I threw my phone down and went to Zayn's bathroom. I stared at myself in the mirror and frowned.

"What am I doing here?" I whispered to myself. I didn't want this. I didn't want him. I didn't want to be with him.

When I moved his scent wafted up to my nose and I closed my eyes, sighing in response and allowing the butterflies to flutter throughout my stomach.

"No," I groaned. He's not beautiful. Just the thought of him didn't make me want to snuggle up into his side and kiss his neck.

He made me sick. He was completely incapable of loving now.

He was just broken. He's been broken all these years - never been whole - even during our time apart. I'm just helping him with the last piece. Just fixing what he believed and convinced everyone who loves him didn't need fixing.

"Spencer?"

I looked up at the addition to the reflection that stood behind me. "Myles..." I turned to face him.

"What're you doing here?"

The answer was obvious. Anyone in their right mind would've automatically assumed what went on here. I was wearing nothing but my underwear and his t-shirt, standing in his bathroom, the bed was a mess along with my hair, and my cheeks burned a bright red.

"I could ask you the same question," I mustered up.

"Well, this is my mate's flat. You, on the other hand, dumped Zayn. Or so I heard..." He stared at me accusingly.

"I was just helping Zayn with some familiy issues," I shrugged. "I don't have to explain anything to you." I folded my arms and stormed past him into the bedroom. "Why are you in Florida?"

"We have a game down here," he answered nonchalantly. "Don't worry, I wasn't stalking you, though I would've tried to pay you a visit if I found the time."

"Why?" I turned to face him.

He shrugged. "I don't know... I miss you. You were a good friend Spencer. Plus Tommo won't talk to me because of you."

"It's not my fault Louis knows how to hold a grudge," I held back a smile.

"Spencer, this isn't funny," he growled. He gripped onto my arms and turned me to push me against the wall. "I miss you. God do I miss you."

I parted my lips in shock and he took advantage of this, smashing his lips into mine. I gasped, completely thrown off.

But the familiar feeling of his lips on mime caused me to kiss back instantly. His hands moved to my waist and my hand flew to his hair instinctively. His tongue slipped into my mouth and I snapped out of my trance.