Loved You Anyway [Zayn Malik]

17: Love=Hurt

Chapter 17:

Hazel POV:

This was beyond being awkward and uncomfortable and I was too busy feeling awkward and uncomfortable to act pissed off at Zayn, which I was. 

Patricia knew that Zayn had the football gathering party at Niall's tonight and that I was invited but she still made us all eat dinner before leaving to the party. The party started at eight and the clock ticked 8:45pm. Zayn didn't look at all bothered that we were supposed to be at Niall's house three quarters of an hour ago. I had texted Chase that I'd meet him there at around 8.30 and I was late. I hated being late.

I was fidgeting in my seat and since I wasn't hungry, I didn't have anything to take my mind off things and instead I had to stare at them all eating calmly. Once again I was sat down between Zayn and Waliyah, Doniya and Safaa sat opposite me, Yaser at the head of the table and Patricia on his right side next to Safaa. They looked like the perfect family with their perfect face and dark skin tone and all while I was freaking white as a paper. They were making conversation with each other asking how school and work went and all the usual things that families talk about over dinner. 

Ha. Not with my parents because they were long gone in Ireland and didn't give a damn to bother asking their only daughter if she wanted to go with them. Sure I had school and dance classes but that still didn't give them a valid point to not see if I wanted to go with them because I could have easily taken after school classes, copied notes from Jesy or Lenni and asked the teacher after the lesson if I hadn't understood anything.

I stretched my hand out to grasp the glass filled with flavoured water and lifted up to meet my lips. I silently drank a few gulps without making a sound, keeping quiet and to myself. I didn't want to socialize with them even if my grandmother had the same surname as they did. That didn't give me any reason to talk to them like I've known them forever. 

I just wanted to get out of here and ... well basically I just wanted to get out of here but that wasn't happening anytime soon.

After around twenty minutes after, Patricia had stood and gathered the plates while Doniya helped her take them to the kitchen and Safaa took the drinks and the tiny bits left on the table and into the kitchen. Waliyah stood up, kissed her father's cheek and slumped down on the sofa while turning the television on. I stayed sat down, my eyes slightly wide while I was looking between Yaser and Zayn. They were looking at each other as though they were having a silent conversation through looks and nothing else.

Finally, after what felt like eternity Zayn talked.

"We have to go, c'mon Hazel," Zayn announced stiffly while standing up from his chair and walking next to his father and slightly patting his shoulder. It took me a second to realise that we were leaving and I quickly stood up and pushed the chair back in and followed Zayn out of the dining room without a second glance at Yaser. 

His expression told me he knew something that I should know or that he wanted to say something but the way Zayn looked back at him, it was like he was telling him to keep his mouth shut for someone's sake. I ignored it and followed Zayn out of the dining room and into the main hall. He slipped on his black leather jacket and patted his pockets to see if he had everything. He looked up at me and I realised that I needed my jacket.

"I have to get my jacket from upstairs," I said and before he could reply, I silently turned around and climbed the marble staircase, similar to ours but there was only one marble staircase and not two spiral staircase on both the left and right side. I walked through the corridor and opened the door next to Zayn's room which was the only guest room unless you wanted to sleep in the attic or whatever. I walked over to the wooden drawer and slid the top one open and took out a black jacket and slipped it on my dark purple tank top and changed my shoes to black ballerina shoes. I grabbed a black and white scarf on the way out. I walked back out of the corridor and down the stairs while wrapping the scarf around my neck and tucking the last bit of it into the already wrapped part of the scarf.