Just then he burst through my door holding two six packs of beer.
“Best way to cure a hangover.” He said and I nodded.
“You aren’t that bad tight pants.” I said and he sat next to me on the bed and handed me a beer.
“I try.” He said taking a sip of his beer. About four or five beers later I was on top of him his tongue down my throat just like last night. His hands where on my ass and I was running my fingers through his hair. I take back what I said. I was totally attracted to him. Not as much as Zayn but he was definitely up there. He ripped off my shirt and flipped me on my back so he was on top of me. I lifted his shirt up over his head then crashed my lips on his.
“What the hell are you guys doing?!” Zayn yelled and Louis jumped off me.
“Zayn we were drunk” Louis said and I stood their frozen. I had never been caught before and I honestly didn’t know what to say.
“Save it Lou.” Zayn spat then stormed out slamming the door behind him. I pulled on my shirt and went after him.
“Why the hell are you getting so damn mad!?” I yelled after him.
“I have a right to be!” He yelled and I shook my head.
“No. No you don’t! I can do whatever the hell I want! You don’t control what I do!” I screamed at him and he rolled his eyes.
“Well sorry if I don’t want my best friend hooking up with a whore like you!” He screamed and I tear rolled down my face. I saw his face fall and I could tell he instantly regretted what I said.
“Miki I didn’t mean th-“ I cut him off.
“Just leave!” I screamed pushing him out the door. I walked back into my room and I saw Louis standing there with a sad look in his eyes.
“Did you hear?” I asked wiping a tear from my eye and he nodded then pulled me into a hug. I started to cry on his shoulder and he hugged me tighter.
“Want to know the worst part?” I said in between sobs.
“What?” He whispered calmly and I pulled away and sat on my bed.
“I know I am a whore. I just never realized how much it hurt when someone called you one.” I said and Louis sat next to me.
“Miki I am sure you are not a whore.” He said and I shook my head.
“No I am. I have sex with random guys and never look back. Look what I almost did with you!” I said and he sighed.
“Think what you want. But I don’t think you are a whore. I think you are more free spirited than others and don’t like to be held down to someone but not a whore.” He said and I smiled.
“Thanks tight pants.” I said and he chuckled.
“Welcome Mikayla.” He said with a smirk and I glared at him.
“Save it. I know you don’t like being called that but I don’t care. I like the name and I am calling you it.” He said and I sighed.
“Fine. But only you.” I said pointing a finger at him and he nodded.
“Deal. I should go. Zayn is probably pissed right now and I need to talk to him.” He said and I rolled my eyes at the mention of his name.
“Yea well tell him never to talk to me again.” I said and he nodded.
“I will give him the message.” He said then walked out the door. Well I guess tight pants wasn’t as bad as I thought he was.
For the next few days Zayn had tried to call me but I ignored him. I didn’t want to see him. I haven’t seen any of the boys actually. Except for tight pants. He came around once to see how I was but that was it. I tied my hair into a pony tail and walked down stairs. When I did my eyes widened. I saw the boys sitting there and my eyes went straight to Zayn who was staring right back at me. I was guessing Carmen needed to talk to the boys about something but a little head sup would have been nice. I started to walk back into my room and I felt someone grab my wrist and spin me around. I saw Zayn standing there with a sorry look in his beautiful brown eyes. Miki stop thinking like that. He is a dick Miki. Oh in case you are wondering why I am not calling Zayn asshole is because he doesn’t even deserve a nick name right now.
“Miki.” He said with a sad tone and I held up my hand.
“Save it.” I said and ripped my hand from his grasp then walking into my room slamming the door. I was just about to lock it when he came through the door closing it behind him.
“Zayn leave!” I demanded pointing to the door but he shook his head.
“No. Miki listen to me. I don’t know what the hell came over me. I just saw you with Louis and it got me so mad. I just want you to know I never meant what I said. You aren’t a whore Miki. And is that a belly button ring?” He asked pointing to my exposed anchor belly button ring. Now I know and anchor might be a little tacky but it is for my dad. Apparently he loved his boat he used to have and would love spending all day on it so I decided to get an anchor piercing. I didn’t want to get a tattoo so I figured that a belly button ring was the next best thing. How the hell did he not notice it when he walked in on me and Louis?
“Yes but that isn’t important.” I said and he sighed.
“Miki I am sorry.” He said and I rolled your eyes.
“Sure you are. Just leave Zayn.” I said annoyed with him.
“Damn it Miki! Just listen to me! I am sorry! I just got mad!” He yelled and I felt my blood boil.
“You had no damn right to get mad! Why did it even get you mad!? Zayn last time I checked you don’t fucking own me! I have the right to do whatever I want with whoever I want without some douche bag calling me a whore!” I screamed throwing whatever was closet to me at him which happened to be a ring.
“I got mad because I wanted to be Louis! That’s why I pulled you away from him at the god damn club! That’s why I got so god damn mad! Because Louis had you! He had you exactly how I wanted to have you!” He screamed and I was in shock. I shook my head and began to speak.
“Oh just cut the crap Zayn! I know you are just doing this shit to get inside my head! For the last damn time just leave!” I yelled and he started to walk but turned around.
“If I leave I just want you to know I don’t want anything to do with you.” He said and I rolled my eyes.
“Zayn I don’t even fucking know you! Trust me you not wanting anything to do with me will not phase me.” I spat and I saw his face become red with anger.
“You want to know me? Well I am from Bradford. I was born in January. I have three sisters and oh yea I am fucking crazy about you!” He screamed then stomped out the door leaving me standing there speechless. Did he really mean that? The worst part was , was that I was actually having feelings for him. I opened my door and walked out in the living room to see Carmen sitting there. I was guessing the boys went home.
