One Direction Preferences

Preference 22- He Goes Out With You For A Bet And You Find Out, (HIS POV, ZAYN)

He Goes Out With You For A Bet And You Find Out, (HIS POV, ZAYN):

(Y/N)'s been upstairs for ages. She came straight in from work with her bags and didn't bother taking her shoes or coat off. Normally as soon as her foot hits the mat she would have her shoes and coat off. I'm getting a bit worried now so I'm going to go upstairs and see where she is. I jog up the stairs, missing one, then stepping on one, missing one, then stepping on one. It became a pattern and I was up in the bedroom the fastest I've ever climbed the stairs before.

"(Y/N), why haven't you said hi to me or anything?" I ask as I push the door open, only to hear her throw something into a drawer and shut it quickly, "I just wanted to come up and get changed as soon as I got in." She answers, trying not to meet my gaze.

"But you're still in your work clothes.." I trail off as she gets up and opens the drawer, pulling out a magazine. "Not that crap again." I complain.

Until I see the title, 'I'M ONLY GOING OUT WITH HER BECAUSE I GOT DARED.' In big, black, bold letters. That was meant to be an interview that wasn't going to get shared with anyone, not even family. They were pressuring me to say things; I got annoyed with them and told them. "And you're going to believe that?" I lie.

"Nine months, and you were faking all of it." She shakes her head, throwing the magazine at me. I put my hands up to my face to stop the magazine from hitting me. "I can't believe you." She shrieks, trying to hold in her tears. They fall anyway, leaving tracks of existence. "Don't, cry please. We can work it out." I try to say, I feel sorry for her. It's like I used her, well that's exactly what I did. The magazine is lying on the floor, crumpled and messy. My phone, which is in my back pocket, begins to ring. I pull it out and answer it, not bothering to look at the caller ID. As soon as I put the phone to my ear I pull it away after being shrieked at, "ZAYN MALIK." My mum. "I can't believe you." She starts, I look at (Y/N) who's stood there looking at me, not knowing what to do. "How could you do that to someone, for starters she's been your friend for ages, now she's probably never going to want to speak to you again. And secondly, why the hell were you so thick to accept a dare like that. I am so disappointed in you Zayn. I never thought you would do this to someone." She finishes.

"Mum, I'm sorry." I cry, tears gliding down my cheeks.

She sighs, "It's not me who you should be saying sorry to Zayn." Then she hangs up. I'm guilt ridden. My mum was right. I shouldn't have done the dare, she wouldn't be here now, heartbroken.

"Should I stay? Or should I go?" She questions me, tears not falling anymore.

I think for a few minutes before I answer, "I've done enough damage." I speak quietly, not wanting to look her in the eyes, I would break down. "You should go." I choke out. Not wanting to cause anymore trouble.

She nods solemnly. Another tear travelling down her face, she moves around and starts packing things into a suitcase. I regret saying that she should go and walk over and try to take everything out of her suitcase that she's packed. "GET OFF ME!" She shouts pushing me back away from her.

"Boo, please. I'm sorry." I try to go back over to her and give her a hug but she pushes me away again. "I said get off me." She growls. "Why couldn't you of just told me, instead of me having to find out this way?" She questions me. Trying to get me to look her in the eyes.

"You weren't meant to find out this way, that interview wasn't meant to go outside the four walls." I try to get her to understand but she just continues to pack her things, not listening to me.

"I'll leave you now Zayn, it was nice knowing you." She fake smiles and walks out of the bedroom door; before she could go down the stairs I grab her arm. "I said I'm sorry, can you not just forgive me?" I ask her. Not knowing it's not that simple.

"I feel like I can't trust anyone now. Because they're just going to use me, just like you did. Now thanks to you, I look like a right idiot who will say yes to anything. God knows what people are going to be saying to me when I go out." She tries to turn around but I tighten my grip around her arm.

"I didn't use you." I spit, getting angry now.

"Then what did you do Zayn?! You did it as a dare, so you used me to try and win a pathetic game. I hate you." She says. Trying not to get upset again. My hand falls from her arm and hangs by my side. This wasn't the way I wanted to remember her.

**I cried again, I'm such a softie! Aha, anyways, somebody asked if there was going to be a part two to these, but there isn't. It's going to be one of those that just finish and you know what happens, if you get what I mean. So, the last one got over 40 votes, jesus guys i only asked for four! But that is really nice of you and I am so thankful for that, thank you! So, 9+votes for Liam's!**