slut ; zayn malik

13; Housemate

Texas is flooding y'all

"My dad kicked me out of my house"

His British accent rang in my ears and as delicate as this topic sounded, why couldn't he contact someone else? "Yeah okay, so?"

"So? So?! You have to help me!" He cried into the phone.

"Why should I help you! We're not anything anymore!" I grumbled. Nana was still right in the kitchen and might hear something.

"Please, Lucia! I've tried everyone! You're my last hope!" He seemed to be either about to cry, or already crying. I'd always told myself that I hated Zayn. That I could see a bus run him over and laugh. Truth is, I still have a huge soft spot for him. He's still my first thought when I wake up and when I go to bed. He's always on my mind and I can't help it. So I'm gonna give him a second chance. I'll probably hate myself after this, but I swear, somewhere deep in my heart, there is good. Which is why I'm doing this.

"Fine. Where are you?" I sighed.

"At the stop sign on the end of my street," He sighed in relief.

"Yeah, okay. I'll pick you up in minute," I muttered. He could tell I wasn't happy about this. I was about to hang up when he spoke up again.

"Lucia? I just wanna say thank you. Thank you so much. I know I've been an ass but I'm just under a lot of pressure lately. I-I miss hanging out with you. Things were a lot simpler back then. J-Just thank you. This really means a lot," His voice dripped with sincerity and it made my heart melt. I couldn't believe he was getting to me again, and so easily. He sure has a way with words.

I shook my head before answering, "Yeah, okay. Just stay put. I'll be right there..."

I hung up and told Nana that me and Diana had to go pick up something I forgot at school. She was a bit hesitant, but knew I would leave one way or another. Plus, she trusts me. I was going to take one of our extra cars that my dad says are for emergencies, but I'll just make something up.

"Let me just get my homeless bag and I'll meet you in the car," I told Diana and she nodded. My homeless bag was a bag I carried around when I went out filled with essential supplies like pads, tampons, granola bars, And water bottles. Its more like a duffle bag. It comes in handy though. I dragged it downstairs and into my car before finally being on my way.

"Okay, so where are we going?" Diana asked. Crap. Diana hates Zayn. She refuses to forgive him for just dropping me like that and never talking to me.

"I'm taking you home and I'm going to go meet up with Niall," I lied.

"Really? You're leaving me for a hook up?" Diana gasped.

"Sorry, but his parents are finally out of the house and he's gonna take me to dinner afterwards," I told her, "You know sex and food are my major concerns. I could drop you off at Tray's and you just say you're with me."

"Hmmm, okay fine. Forgiven," I knew it only took Tray to convince her.

Soon, it was just me in the car, on Zayn's street, looking for a beautiful boy. What I saw wasn't really what I expected. There was Zayn sitting at a stop sign, but his hair was messy and his eyes were red and puffy. I parked next to him and hopped out of the car.

"Zayn! What's wrong?" I said as I placed my hands on his shoulders.

"Besides the fact that my parents hate me?" He grumbled.

"I... look I don't know what happened but I'm sure they don't hate you. You just need some space and then talk to them. I'm sure-"

"No! You don't understand! Every night I hear them fight and bicker and it hurts so much. I'd rather live on the streets than have to spend another day hearing them yell at each other," His brown eyes were glistening with tears and his pouty lips trembled. It was such a rare sight it clawed at my own heart.

"Zayn.... please don't cry," I wiped his tears with my thumb, "C'mon, I'll take you home with me now."

He got into the blue car and wiped his tears. I was starting the car when he spoke up.

"Is this a new car?" Zayn asked.

"Nah, it's just mine is under repair and we had this one lying around. You know how it is. Rich people," I muttered.

"No I don't know how it is," He snapped.

"I was just trying to make a joke, I'm sorry," I mumbled before turning the radio on and hearing Nicki Minaj playing.

"Queen," I muttered before turning it up.

"Ugh I hate her," Zayn commented. I was so shocked I stopped the car and parked on the side of the street. I turned off the radio and looked at him. How in the world can I let a boy in my home when I blast Nicki at least once a day?

"What?" He asked.

"Why don't you like Nicki?"

"Because probably the only real thing about her is her teeth," He snapped.

"So? Does her body affect her personality in any way? What do you care what she's done to her body? That doesn't make her any less of a good person. If she wants to enhance her body, good for her. That's her choice. Just like how you're full of tattoos. That's your choice," I was trying to educate this boy because he clearly needed to see the light.

"Alright. I guess you're right. I dunno..." He dismissed it and we began driving towards my house again with Nicki on full blast.

~~~

"Welcome to my casa," I whispered to him once we entered the door, "Now, my nanny won't like the fact that I have a boy over, but I'll find a way to make her accept it. Just follow me and I'll show you your room." He nodded and followed me up the stairs to where the room was.

"God, it's bigger than my room back home. I feel kind of weird. Like I'm asking too much of you," He muttered as he scratched the back of his neck.

"Zayn, as you can see my parents are fucking loaded. If we don't use this money to help people then what's the point of it?" I answered as I opened the closet to make sure it was empty. The room was spotless, but Zayn was still a little skeptical.

"C'mon, just get some rest. You need it," I said before taking his hands in mine and guiding him to his bed. He put his duffle bag down and sighed.

"Thank you so much," His hand caressed my cheek softly and I felt this feeling rise in my chest and in my stomach. There was also a slight tingle down there. His touch still affected me so much. I couldn't understand if I actually liked him or if it was just my hormones acting up. I never knew with that.

"Its fine," I mumbled before stepping away and walking towards the door, "Make yourself at home."

I think I like a girl??? But whenever I like people it's mostly just sexual frustration and eventually passes so I guess I'll get over it soon. Oh well

~Judith