Chapter 9
I was currently walking towards Zayn’s room after hearing that funny yet stupid story of Liams’. I wanted to talk to Zayn and try to figure out what happened to him and why was he acting so strange lately. I mean that it surely couldn’t be about that kiss which happened between us that night. He couldn’t take it seriously because we both knew that we were drunk and it didn’t mean anything…right?
I finally gathered enough courage and knocked on his door and he opened a few seconds later.
He looked drunk and it felt like he hadn’t slept in ages. I was astonished to see him like this.
“Why are you here?” his drained and tired voice asked me.
“I want to talk to you” I said
“But I don’t wanna talk to you so please just leave me alone” he said and he was about to shut the door in my face but before he could do that, I stuck my foot between the door all thanks to my reflexes.
“You’re not going to let this go, are you? He asked and I shook my head.
He sighed and let me in.
“So what do you want to talk about?” he asked me when we both were seated on his white expensive leather sofa.
“I came here to know what happened to you and why are you acting so low these days.” I said hoping to know what happened.
“Why do you care huh?” he said, his voice raising slightly.
“I care because you are one of my bestfriends now” I replied
“Really huh?” he questioned me raising an eyebrow at me.
“Y-Yeah” I answered stuttering slightly.
“You shouldn’t be here” he stated suddenly.
“Why? I just can’t leave my friend alone when he needs me” I said and my voice was slightly raised. He laughed lightly as if I had said something humorous.
“I said I’m fine and I don’t need that sympathy of yours” he said and he was clearly getting angry now. But I ignored it because I wasn’t leaving his house until I knew what was bothering Zayn.
“No, you’re not fine Zayn I can see it in your eyes and I can tell by the way you’re acting from the past couple of days I need to know what’s bothering you. You haven’t been eating properly missing out interviews going to pubs, getting drunk every night and not to mention bringing home random chicks every night and you’re smoking too much these days. Zayn tell me what has happened I can help you…please” I said and took a deep breath.
Letting out a humorless chuckle he said “Shut up before I think that you actually give a fuck about me”
“I won’t shut up Zayn you’re my best friend and it also hurts me to see you like this”
“You’re saying this because you feel pity on me but in reality all you care about is you and that boyfriend of yours, so I suggest that you go back to him and take that sympathy of yours with you because I don’t need it” Zayn said
He had hit his nerve and crossed all his limits. How can he even say anything like that? I cared about him truly as a friend and how can he not see it? All I knew right now was that I was furious and I was about to rip his head off.
I had to calm down.
“Firstly Zayn you’re my friend –or atleast I thought so. And being your friend, I have every right to care about you and secondly Harry is not my boyfriend” yet I thought “and thirdly, why are you dragging him into this mess? Are you jealous?” I haven’t been so much angrier at someone as I was today at Zayn.
“Wanna know the truth? He asked-or- almost screamed and I nodded slightly taken back by his loud voice.
“Yes I am jealous of him Emily because I really like you since the first time I saw you and I know that you don’t like me like that and know its okay because I’m over it and I’ll find someone else and just don’t worry about me and give me a few days to come around and I’ll be back to normal” he said softly this time.
I didn’t realize that I was crying until it almost blurried my vision. I never knew Zayn liked me like that. I knew that I didn’t like him like that but I never knew about his feelings for me.
“I’m sorry Zayn…I didn’t know that you felt something for me and I know that you know I don’t like you like that and it’s true also….but I really would like to start over and become your friend because my friendship is all I can offer you. I’m sorry and I hope that you can forgive me” I said and put my head in my hands and started crying again. I really had messed up big time.
After a few moments Zayn finally said “I forgive you”
“Really?” I asked and my face lit up a little.
“Yeah I forgive you and I accept your offer….I would like to start over and become your friend……well because something is better than nothing right?” he said trying to joke a bit and I smiled lightly and ran into his arms and hugged the life out of him and messed his hair.
He hugged me back and said with a little playful frown “There, there now don’t mess with my hair”
“Hey! That rhymed!” I said still laughing and messed his hair a little more.
I was glad that things were okay again between us.
We talked a little bit more and I was just heading upstairs to Louis and Harry’s apartment to sleep because today was simply exhausting.
“Hey!” Zayn called me as I was about to leave his flat. I turned around and saw him holding a paper.
“Can you please give this to Louis? A delivery guy gave this to me and it was addressed to Louis from some Italian restaurant” he said.
“Okay sure” I said and went back to Louis and Harry’s apartment and I read the letter as I came in to the house and saw that it a bill from the same restaurant that Harry and me went to today and the restaurant demanded a huge sum of money for the inconvenience and the damages that he caused in the hotel.
And suddenly it all fit like a puzzle piece: Louis was spying on us in a disguise at that restaurant and he was the one who started the food fight. Now only one thing came to my mind which was:
Louis.Is.So.Dead
