(BOOK 2) Summer Love - A One Direction Fan Fiction

Chapter Twelve - Harry Gets Hurt Saving You

You tiptoed up to the dark house with Louis, hoping nobody noticed your absence.  You half expected Liam to jump out of the bushes and tell you he saw the whole thing, but he never did.

“Alright, love,” Louis says as soon as you two get to the front door.  “This is it.  Time to get yelled at by Liam.”

“You say that like there’s no other option,” you say, grinning.

“What did you have in mind, love?” he asks.

“It’s nothing to devious,” you say.  “You go in the front door and I’ll go in the back in a few minutes.”

“Good idea, love!” he whispers.

Louis grasps the door handle, turns it, and opens the door as quietly as possible as you walk around the house.  You dodge bushes as you make your way to the back patio where there’s a glass sliding door that leads into the kitchen.  Suddenly you smell something putrid mixing with the cool California air.  You cough as quietly as you can and plug your nose.  You see thin smoke floating up among the stars and lingering there.  You peer around a bush and there was Zayn, leaning against the side of the house near the patio door, smoking.  He draws a long breath and was just about to let it out when he froze.  You gasp and hide yourself behind the bush more when Zayn glances in your direction.  You peek around the bush again in a few seconds and saw Zayn staring at you.  You come sheepishly around the bush to face him.

“I knew you were there,” Zayn says as smoke pours from his lips.

“Sorry…you just scared me,” you say.

“How do you think I felt?” he asks.

“Zayn…I didn’t realize you smoked.”

Zayn grunts.

“How could you not know that?  I smoke all the time…no big deal…” he says, puffing a bit more smoke.

“But…smoking is bad for you…hasn’t Liam told you not to?” you ask.

“Yeah, sure…but he’s not my dad.  Besides, he lets us have a little freedom…”

“But why do you do it in the first place?” you ask.

“Some people smoke.  Just like you said some people don’t know how to swim.  It’s just who I am.”

“It’s not the same thing…” you say.

“Yes it is!  Why don’t you just leave me alone already?!” Zayn shouts.

You give him an angry look that apparently meant nothing to him as he kept smoking.  You angrily pull the door open, hop inside, and slam it shut behind you.  You feel the house shake and realize your mistake.  You probably woke up everyone in the house.

“Zayn, you’ve got to be quiet!” you hear Liam whisper.

“It’s only me,” you say, walking out into the main room.

You see Louis standing there.  He was obviously just in mid-conversation with Liam.

“Where were you?” Liam asks. 

“I was talking with Zayn,” you say.

“Strange…” Liam says, “I was just out there and didn’t see you.”

“I must have been around the corner,” you quickly say.

“That must be,” Louis says, trying to play along.

“You two better get some sleep,” Liam advises.  “Harry and Niall are already asleep so be quiet when you go up.”

“Sure thing, Liam.  C’mon, let’s go,” Louis says, motioning toward the stairs.