Chapter Six

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I woke up at reasonable hour the next morning. I had been quite witty with Zayn by replying with a simple ‘maybe’ to keep him on his toes. I didn’t want to seem too eager when it came to hanging out with him because apparently boys don’t like that. Marius was at football training so Jade and I had breakfast alone before going to the living room to watch a series of T.V programs. She asked me several questions about Zayn seeing as she had seen us kiss the day before but I was very careful about what I said. I didn’t want her to use this against me in the future if she was to ever meet him properly, but then again it was doubtful that Zayn and I had a future together. When Marius arrived home I got my things and decided to head back to my house seeing as I was running out of clean underwear. I wasn’t nervous at all to face my mum because she most likely wasn’t going to be there or wouldn’t say anything about my absence.

‘Try and get along with her Danayi.’ Marius said as I got out of the car. I rolled my eyes and said I would try but we both knew that no matter how hard I tried we would never get along. I found my keys in my bag and opened the door, as expected my mum wasn’t home but Denzel was in the kitchen trying to make him something to eat.

‘What are you doing?’ I asked as held the tin opener the wrong way round.

‘I’m starving and this is all we have. How the fuck do you use this thing?’ His face showed frustration which made me laugh. I set my bags down and opened the soup for him. I poured it into the small pot and put it on top of the stove while stirring it.

‘Have you been home alone all weekend?’ I asked him as he buttered some bread.

‘Well yeah. If you weren’t here of course I would have been.’ He said. He sounded angry and slightly hurt that nobody had stayed with him.

‘Well maybe if you kept your mouth shut I would have been here.’ My tone was harsh. He expected me to act like his mother but still treated me like shit. He stayed silent because he knew I was right. When the soup heated up I poured it into a bowl and set it down in front of him.

‘Thanks. Sorry for getting you in trouble.’ His head was bowed down as he shovelled the soup into his mouth. God knows what the last thing he had to eat was. Mum hadn’t done any shopping since LAST Wednesday so we were running low on supplies. Although Denzel was twice my height and some people mistook him as my twin or my older brother Marius, he was still a baby in ways. He was only fifteen and needed a lot of looking after. Mum never put pressure on him when it came to learning how to do things around the house; she always did everything for him until she found it easier to leave it all up to me. I wasn’t his mother so I wasn’t going to give in to looking after him all the time but I couldn’t help feeling sorry for him sometimes.

‘When you’re finished we can go to the shop and get some food in.’ I said. He smiled at me sympathetically, knowing that I was going to be using my own money seeing as mum hadn’t left any.

‘I’ve got some of dad’s money left so I’ll help.’ He replied softly. He wasn’t always a dickhead I suppose. I left my bags upstairs and we soon headed out the door. We went to the closest shop which was quite small but supplied the necessary things we would need. It turned out to be cheaper than expected so I let Denzel keep his money; I didn’t like the idea of my baby brother paying for groceries. When we got home Denzel offered to unpack our things so I went to my room and lay on my bed, scrolling through Facebook on my laptop to see if I had missed anything in the world.  I noticed a new friend request so I clicked on it; Zayn Malik. I had kind of forgotten about him as I had been so busy but soon after seeing his name he was all I could think about. I wanted to see him tonight but with my short reply god knows if he would still make the effort. I wanted to play hard to get but maybe he didn’t like that, maybe he liked somebody who was easy. I fell asleep amongst my thoughts but woke up the sound of my phone ringing. I didn’t even look at the name on my screen, I just answered.

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