another lifeline

how old are you?

For the second time I woke up from a loud sound. 

This time it was not a scream but a bang of a door. 

I jumped out of the bed and went out of the room. 

Just in time to see Zayn walk away trough my living room. 

I called his name and he turned around. 

I saw the anger in his face. 

"What were you thinking Harry?"

"I really have no idea what you're talking about."

"What were you doing with that girl?"

"What? But..."

"You know we've amways been there for you, but if you start acting like they want from you, we can't help you!"

"I really have no idea what you're talking ab..."

"Save it Harry!"

"But..."

"That girl!"

"Oh god, no Zayn it's what what it lookes like!"

"Yeah sure"

"I swear!"

"Have you even asked how old she is?"

"No b..."

"Harry! She's under age!"

"How would you know?"

"Cause I use my eyes! Look at her!"

"I..."

"Ask her!"

"I can't just wake her up!"

We both turned around as we heard a voice behind us.

"No need to Harry."

"Goodmorning Aria."

I smiled at her, scared about what she had heard and what an impact this would have on her.

"It's allright, you can ask."

"I'm sorry b..."

"No, it's fine"

"yeah b..."

"I knew I'd say it someday."

Zayn interrupted our conversation. 

He looked a bit ashamed now he knew that Aria had heard our conversation.

"I'm sorry girl, but we need to now."

"It's allright Zayn, you have the right to now. And please call me Aria"

"So how old are you?"

When the words came out of her mouth I realized things wouldn't go easy. 

"I'm sixteen."