Soft Spot (Zayn Malik)

XVIII

Chapter 18: Fighting And Getting To Know The Truth

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 I watched Josh drive away before stepping on Aeanne's porch, and before I opened the door, Aeanne already did. She stood right in front of me, eyebrow arching and arms crossed above her chest.

"Josh's car?" She asked, but it sounded more like a statement.

"Yeah, I-"

"Why?"

"I was-"

"I thought you were wearing a black hoodie?"

"Yeah, but-"

"Why are you just holding your hoodie like that?"

"Becau-"

"Where did you get that sweater from? I've never seen you with it."

God. She's asking all these questions and interrupting me like we're married. All I wanted is to talk to her to clear my mind, but no, I'm welcomed by this bullshit.

"Can you fucking let me talk?!" I groaned in annoyance before she could say one more thing.

"Right. Sorry." She nodded lightly, giving me permission to talk.

"Okay, so you see, what happened was..." I trailed off, "can we, like, go inside? Because I'm fucking freezing."

She just nodded at me and let me inside. We sat on her couch and I told her about what happened; how Zayn ditched me and I almost fainted and Josh came to my rescue. I didn't tell her about Valerie though, that would've made her explode.

"Oh, okay. I understand now." She smiled. "I like that sweater though."

"Oh, yeah." I smiled back at her. "Me too."

"Where did you buy it from? Topshop? Urban Outfitters?"

"Oh, um..." I mentally cursed, thinking of a quick excuse, "it's actually Josh's sister's."

"Um..." She looked at me weirdly. "Josh doesn't have a sister."

"Oh, did I say sister?" I laughed nervously. "I meant...you know, cousin. Yeah! Jeanine was there."

"Aw, I miss Jeanine!" She pouted.

"Yeah." I smiled a bit, guilty that I lied to her, "she said she missed you too."

We made our way to her room and I took the black sweater off, now only on the pink knitted one. I sat on her bed, sighing heavily to myself. She looked at me confusedly before taking her laptop from her study desk and putting it on her lap when she sat next to me.

"What's wrong?"

"Huh? Oh, nothing." I shrugged.

"Arvina." She rolled her eyes. "I know something's wrong, now tell me."

"I don't know." I sighed heavily. "It's just...Zayn."

"What about him?" She bit her bottom lip, eyes fixed on her computer.

"Do you think he's serious about me?" I plopped myself on her bed, covering my face with the pillow.

Her concern-coated eyes looked at me, searching for my brown ones. She closed her laptop and placed it on the spot beside her before plopping down next to me.

"Do you like him?" She asked, barely audible.

"I don't know." I sighed for the millionth time. "I wish I know how I felt about him, but I don't."