Reality

Jinxed

A/N: Hii! Here's just a TINY playlist of songs I've been listening to while writing this story or that remind me of the story. I thought I'd share now because this is so far from being over and I don't feel like waiting until the end to write all the songs down. I'll probably do this a couple more times or something :) 

Like That - Jack & Jack

All Night Longer - Sammy Adams

Shut Up And Dance - Walk The Moon

House Party - Sam Hunt

Dumb - The Heydaze

Gibberish - MAX & Hoodie Allen

Bad Girls - MKTO

Drag Me Down - One Direction

Steal My Girl - One Direction

No Control - One Direction

C'mon C'mon - One Direction

Louis

"What'd you do with all your paintings?" I ask Zayn as we sit in the living room with Brooke. If I remember correctly, he moved in here with a bunch of painted canvases, and I haven't seen them lying around.

We've been sitting here pretty much all day, just watching reruns of Saved by the Bell. It's nice because after everything that's happened in the past week, things seem to be peaceful right about now. And especially after our dinner on Sunday night, I'm glad the house is quiet. At least, for the moment.

"I took them to a gallery on Monday," Zayn smiles in such a way that lets me know he's proud. He tosses some popcorn in the air and catches them in his mouth. "They told me they could definitely sell them and that they'll let me know when they do. I wouldn't get all of the profit just because it's being sold through a gallery, but I'd get more than what I thought I would."

"That's awesome," I grin, feeling happy for him.

He glances over at me and nods. "Did you find a job yet?"

"I don't know," I shrug as I see the show cut to a commercial break. I talked during Sunday dinner about finding a job while I'm here, just so I can have some extra spending money, but I have yet to find a place I want to work at. "I checked out a couple sandwich shops yesterday, but I don't think they were going to offer me a job for two and a half months."

I think getting a job at a sandwich shop would help me to feel more like I'm at home. It's not that I miss making sandwiches for people, because the only reason I got that job was to hang out with Eleanor some more, I just think it'll help me to rid this slight feeling of homesickness I've had the past few days.

I also haven't heard from Eleanor since Sunday, and I know three days isn't a lot but I'm beginning to worry. She didn't sound good when she called me on the phone, and if I wasn't so far away, I would have driven up to see her. Hearing her voice and knowing she was trying to mask something doesn't make me feel well. I don't know why she would be so upset about getting fired. I didn't realize she loved that job so much because honestly she's a terrible sandwich maker and probably the reason our boss always tried to keep her at the register. I think I need to give her another call this evening. 

"Ugh!" Brooke suddenly groans quite loudly, scaring me half to death. Her brows are drawn together and she looks as if she could punch someone. "I still cannot believe that girl had the audacity to come over here for dinner."

Here we go.

"Do we really have to talk about this again?"

My question goes unanswered as both Brooke and Zayn seem to have not heard it. I am so tired of this topic, of Brooke going on and on about how Scarlett came over for dinner. I tried to stay neutral in this entire situation, but with the way she has been acting for the past three days, I'm slowing inching toward Team Harry. And here I thought Brooke was the nice one, but there have been some not so nice things coming out of her mouth.