Something I Want

Chapter 29.

Waking up in a slightly different bed and smelling not of popcorn, but of clean sheets, is a bit strange. Although not a little, but a lot.
After opening my eyes, I close them tightly again, when the pain in my head is so strong that it seems that I hit my head against the wall yesterday.

-Niall, get up!

A woman's shrill voice rings in my ears. Wai...Niall?

Oh shit!

-What the hell?!

The blond lying next to me looks at me without emotion and I shake my hands.

- Why am I in your house?!

- Because someone insisted on taking me all the way home and poisoning the animals.

I look at Niall's shirt on me. I vaguely remember something, but it is enough to understand what is true and what is a lie.

I lazily fall back to bed and realize that I didn't even notice when I sat up. I'm really not good.

- No matter what, we need to go to school, - the blond laughs.

- I'm going to skip it and somehow return home. Another nightmare awaits there.

Niall looks at me.

- Mom, I won't go today! I feel bad! - screamed this one.

I look askance at him.

-What? Kudos to me too.

- You didn't drink yesterday.

-Ha, - he gets out of bed - at least you remember that.

Something small hits the window and draws our attention. Niall goes to the window and waves to someone.

- This is Zayn, - he grabs his t-shirt from the ground and puts it on, opens the window.

- Where is Grace? - I hear Zayn's voice.

- She is with me. Has my mother left?

There is silence for a few seconds, but Zayn says something to Niall and he closes the window.

- Okay. We can go down.

I get out of bed and stop when I feel a little dizzy. I do breathing exercises and gather my clothes. I turn to Niall, who is combing his hair.

- You can go unlock Zayn's door, - he looks at me.

I leave his room and go down to the first floor. I throw my vomited clothes on the ground and unlock the main door.

- Finally, - Zayn enters the house - Your mother already promised to call the police, but I managed to return in time. I said that you are sleeping with your friends and now I should take you home.

- Shit. Let's go, - I grab my high heels and put them on.

I don't look bad at all. Long men's shirts and high heels. However, my mother will not like this image. You really won't like it.

-Grace Combs .

Well, that's it. The drama circle begins.

- We'll talk when I wash up.

I smile at her and take off my high heels. Before she could start screaming, I ran up the stairs to the room.

After a long hot shower, I feel completely refreshed and sober. All that is missing is a cup of coffee and Thursday will be wonderful. I leave the bathroom with dried hair and simple makeup. After opening the closet, I take out ripped jeans and a simple white T-shirt.

I pick up my phone from the bed, and there are countless missed calls on it. I put my phone in my jeans pocket and prepare to go deaf. I slowly go downstairs and carry him to the kitchen. When I get to the coffee machine, I make as strong a coffee as possible.

- What are you thinking, lady?

I turn to the door, and a very angry mother is standing in the doorway.

- What? Well, I left my phone at home and what? I'm healthy and alive.

- I didn't sleep all night because of you!

- It was necessary to sleep.

- Don't talk to me like that. where have you been

- It's my fault. I took her out to see friends and I didn't know she didn't have her phone handy.

Zayn joins our team. This one has also been washed and looks quite good. Mom looks at Zayn and calms down. Then I remember what Niall told me about Ian.

- Mom, can we talk?

- We are already talking, Grace.

-Talk, but don't fight. Zayn, leave us alone.

Zayn nods and leaves the kitchen. Mom looks lost. Immediately, she will look even worse.

- For you and Ian, - I take a sip of hot coffee and put the cup on the table.

- Maybe we want it too soon, but we want it, Grace, - she sighs and runs her hand through her brown hair.

- You cannot marry him. He is not for you and he is not what he seems.

- What are you talking about here? Grace, that's not how I raised you. If you don't want me to marry him, at least don't think about it...

- Listen, mom! He was convicted of drugs and violence.

- Grace! what are you talking about

- We are going to...

The kitchen door opens and Zayn appears.

-Who told you? Niall?

Shit.

- Grace! Niall, right? - he looks angrily at me and my mother.

-Za-ayn , is it true? - my mother covers her mouth with her hands.

- I will kill him.

Zayn disappears from the picture and I realize what I did. Niall told no one to say a word and now my long tongue might not end well for him. And I quickly run after Zayn.