Chapter 11: Ky is here...awkward!

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"What do you want!" Zayn yelled at Ky. My stared blankly at me, trying to look into my eyes.

"Didn't your mother teach you it's not nice to stare?" I asked him, giving a faint smirk. "Didn't YOUR mother teach you it's not nice to run off?" he shot back.

"Ally, let me deal with him." Zayn said, waving his hand in my face. I went to the kitchen and shut the door.

"Why are you here?" I heard Zayn ask, "Don't you have something to do?"

I got a glass and poured ice into it. "You've got some nerve coming back."

"We just want-"

"Your not ever getting her back!" Zayn growled. I went to get water when Liam popped into the kitchen. I gave a quick scream. The water from my cup bounced out and landed on my uncovered legs. "I didn't mean to-" he started but Zayn ran in, cutting him off. "What's wrong?" He looked down and noticed me on the ground with my sea blue tail and rainbow hair.

"Hurry and get a towel!" Liam said to Zayn. Zayn ran out of the room and went up the stairs. He came back and placed it on my tail.

Ky stood at the doorway.

"What happened?" he asked. "Did the little fishy get water on her tail?"

I looked at him and gave him a stern look. "Fishy is about to go all Sassmastah from Doncaster on you!" Louis walked into the room. "Thank you, Louis!" I said.

"No problem." I rubbed the towel on my wet tail until it dried, then Lou helped me up. "As you can see, Ky, this is not a good time. GOODBYE!" I said, though he was already walking out the door. He pulled out of the drive way, with his blue convertible.

"I'm going to bed. That was WAY too much drama for one day." I said. The boys nodded in agreement.

"Goodnight guys!"

"Goodnight Ally!" They said. Liam started to yawn and fell face first on the couch. "I git him!" Niall said, picking Liam up bridal-style and heading for his room. I went up to my room and climbed into some pajamas. "Wait up, Ally!" said Zayn, staggering up the stairs.

We both got under the blanket. "Goodnight, love." He said.

"Goodnight, Zayn." He held me close, and before I drifted into blackness, he gently pressed his lips to mine. We sat there for a minute, kissing, before deciding to go to bed. "Zayn?"

"Yes, love?"

"Will you sing?"

"Anything for my princess." I smiled and he started singing "Little Things"

"Your hand fits in mine like it's made just for me, but bear this in mind,

it was, meant to be. And I'm joining up the dots with the freckles on your

cheeks, and it all makes sense to me..."

The world becomes a blur as I drift off into pure sleep.

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