Don't Go... (boyxboy)

10: The Cherry Tasting Lips

I sat down on the edge of my bed my hands tossing my phone between them, it was cold and my head was hurting and the make matters worse, Justin is out of town for the weekend, leaving me alone with nothing to do but wait for him to come back. It was 6:00 am and Justin had been away for 23 hours and 17 minutes, and I missed him like hell.

I was still sitting on the edge of my bed like I had been for 6 hours straight still tossing my phone between my hands when there was a knock on the window, it scared the crap out of me and I jumped and fell on the floor.

"Shit!" I grumbled and pulled myself up, I looked over at the window to see Zayn sitting there, that sexy smirk etched onto his face, I got up and dragged myself over to the window opening it an letting Zayn jump into the room.

"Aww, where's lover boy?" He asked with a grin.

"He's out of town for the weekend." I sighed in response. Zayn nodded and rubbed his hands together. He was wearing a black pair of jeans with a grey sweater and a scarf draped around his neck his hair was wind sweep and his hands were red with the sudden change of temperature from cold to warm in my house and since it was heavily raining outside he was drenched, which is unusual in Cali.

"Well, I guess I'll hang out here for a while until it stops raining." He said as he plonked himself down on my bed with his hands behind his head and his clothes and hair leaving a puddle of water on the bed that quickly absorbed into my sheets. He looked over at me his hair falling in his face slightly.

"Ugh no, you'll go home. What are you doing here anyway?" I questioned my arms crossed over my chest, Zayn propped himself up dripping in the process.

"I'm here to see you." He said simply with a quick but firm nod of his head. I sighed, what an idiot.

"Yes, I gathered that, but why exactly?" I asked my arms now loose by my sides.

Zayn smirked and replied, "we need to talk."

I nodded and sat down on the bed my legs crossed and I was sat facing him, "about?" I asked.

"Justin." He mumbled, of course it's about Justin. I let a low sigh escape my lips, I close my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose with my index finger and thumb.

"Ok, what about Justie?" I sighed and Zayn seemed to flinch backwards when I say Justie.

"I ugh... You know I love him, and you agreed to break up with him. You know seeing him with you breaks my heart. So why? Why do it to me?!? I've loved him for 4 years Darren! 4 fucking years!" He exclaimed and I sighed, dear God.

"I know but he's the first person to make me happy in a long time!" I yelled back at him. Zayn rolled his eyes and sat up his hair dripping trails of water trickling down his face.

"Well I saw him first! I loved him first! I fucked him first!" He shouted then immediately clapped his hands over his mouth, regret written all of his face. Justin what?

I opened my mouth to reply but my voice came out barely a whisper, "W-What. Y-You fucked Justie?" My vision became blurry as tears brimmed my eyes.

"Darren I-" he began but I raised my hand and cut him off

"Just, just don't." I muttered before getting up and opening the window, "get out." I whispered.

Zayn got up and began to move slowly towards me, "Darren please." He pleaded, I just shook my head the tears beginning to slip from my eyes as I bit back sobs.

"J-Just g-get the f-fuck out. Please..." I whispered, and before I could stop it the sobs over took me, my shoulders shaking and my breathing sharp and short as I cried. I felt a warm arm around me as I sobbed loudly the tears falling and making the familiar plip noise as they collided with the carpeted floor.