Famed Friendship

Five

I struggled getting the key in the keyhole, because it was pitch black out and no one thought about turning the porch light on. After struggling for a good five minutes, I finally got inside.

Instantly there were two different moans coming from one of the rooms, I could tell one was Zayn and the other was an unknown chick. I needed to grab some Ibuprofen and Tylenol but you guessed it, Zayn and this chick were fucking in the kitchen where the medicine was. I was in no mood, but they had no idea what I had experienced. I awkwardly stood there for a minute thinking about what the hell I was going to do while they moaned.

"Oh god" Zayn moaned.

I am in no mood for this shit, fuck it?

"Okay y'all can get a fucking room you know" I loudly said from the middle of the living room. They both tried covering themselves, the girl ran to the bathroom, Zayn tried covering himself up with his shirt.

"You don't have to be a cockblocker you know?" Zayn said

"I just wanted some fucking ibuprofen and Tylenol, you're the one deciding to fuck in the kitchen when you have a room that would work perfectly FINE!" I spat

"You can mind your own fucking business you know; I seen those pics of you with Liam you went and fucked him didn't you? You talked about how bad he was yet you became his little slut"

My face went red, my stomached twisted in a million knots. Pictures? There was media there? This really can't be happening.

I walked past him as he adjusted his t-shirt to one of the drawers searching for the medicine I needed.

"You don't have to be mean Zayn, you have no clue what happened" I said, really trying not to cry.

"I don't know what happened?" he questioned 

I didn't answer, I opened the fridge to grab a water bottle. I popped the pills in my mouth hoping it'd ease my downstairs pain and my now headache.

He walked past me to the bathroom to do whatever he's doing, at this point I don't even give a shit. God damn.

I made my way back to the living room, I wanted to lay down. I was hurting too bad to walk up the stairs, I really just wanted to forget this happened. I'm exhausted. I sit on the couch staring at the reflection of the pool through the door. I really just want to go home, I'm not going to Coachella day 2. I can't.

Zayn had always been nice to me, even times where I've been grumpy, what's gotten into him? Alcohol could be the answer, but usually there'd be a strong scent from his breath... there was nothing this time. No clue.

My phone buzzed,

Dozens of missed texts, pictures I'm being tagged in, media reaching out. I can't do this.

 I put my legs up on the couch trying to get comfortable, my head rested on my hand, the medicine was kicking in and my headache/pain down there eased enough for me to rest. My eyes became heavy, I drifted into a light sleep thankfully with no nightmare.

"Let's goo June, Coachella day TWO!" Justin, Jaden and Juan yelled walking downstairs causing me to wake up.

"Do you have to be so loud?" I covered my ears with my hands

"Yep, we're hyped, we're going to get ready early and head off to eat, go to an arcade and then go to Coachella from there" Justin said

"Good for y'all, I think I'm going to ditch and take the day off" I said sitting up on the couch

"No way June, you have to come! It'll be fun" Justin said

"Pleaseeeeeeee" Justin begged

"I love y'all, but I had a not-so-great night, I'd love to chill here while y'all go have fun." I spoke