ONE DIRECTION PREFRENCES* REQUEST CLOSED*

You see him with his new girl*3

Zayn:

The knock at the door of course came at the worst time possible. You were right in the middle of finally finding out who 'A' was but now you had to find the pause button. You roll your eyes and scoff as you get up from the couch to see who was interrupting your show. "Hi," you say softly, trying to keep your breath steady, as Zayn stands before you. "Hi," he smiles. You stand in the doorway silent as he explains why he is at your house. "I just came by to get the rest of my things that I haven't had a chance to get." You nod your head letting him know it's okay for him to come in the house, but before he makes it all the way in you take a look at his car and force your palm into his chest. "Hold up," you say, attitude in full force. "You brought her here?" You ask, your voice beginning to rise. He stops and turns around to look at the passenger that he had indeed brought with him. "Yeah, but she's staying in the car," he explains, turning back around to try and go further in the house. "I don't think so," you scold, still forcefully holding him in the doorway. "Y/N don't be like this," he remarks. You glare at him, trying your best not to break his neck right here. "You brought that bitch to my house Zayn!" You shout, pointing out to the car. "Don't," he say, covering your mouth and pulling down your hand. "Don't fucking touch me," you fight, pulling away from his hands. "You brought your ho to my house. That is like...I don't even know Zayn. How did you think I would be okay with that?" He sighs loudly as you finish your rant. "Can I please just get my stuff," he says still focusing on his purpose of being there. "HELL NO!!" He hangs his head at your answer and backs up out of the house. "Can you at least send them to me in the post?" He asks softly, knowing that you being this mad meant he had crossed the line. "I can burn them," you reveal, still with attitude in your tone. He lowers his head completely defeated. You watch him as he turns and walks back to the car. "Who the hell does he think I am?" You ask yourself as you close the door, going back to the couch to continue your show.