Take My Advice A Short Ziall Story

Where am I Going To Sleep?

"I finally were done!" I said as cracked my back. Fix and I have successful taking most of his clothes, shoes and haircare product back to my house using my care and his. And that's saying something. It was about 5:pm and we still have to sort where his clothes are going to go.

"Yeah."

"Hell me again why you have so many stuff." I crawled over to the couch and lay down on it.

"Um you could never have too much stuff." At the point he was laying down on the floor.

"Yeah, but in this case you can." I said rolling my eyes, he caught it and sat up from the floor."

"Zayn I didn't ask to live here okay, you told me you wanted me here. So you have to dill with it."

"But-"

"But nothing just help me pack and for the rest of the evening can you be out my way. I'm not felling like arguing. Please."

"Um okay."

He started to slide two boxes to my room with a box cutter and closed the door and hear the lock and I started to panic.

He box cutter what his he going to do! I got of the couch and put my ear on the door to see I could here anything. All I hear his him cutting the boxes. I sighed and I heard him he unlocked the door and ran to the couch but stopped mind way when door was opened and pretended I was tieing my shoes.

"What are you doing?"

"Um I-I was tieing my shoes? You uh what are you doing?" I said standing up straight as I look at him.

"Get some water... So why did you move from the couch to tie your shoes?" He asked and I swallowed hard.

"I thought it would be better here, why is that a problem?" I ask trying to give some reverse psychology And it worked.

"Yeah okay, I'll be on my way now." He walked into the kitchen scratch his head. I grab the other box cutter that belong to Niall and stared to open the other boxes.

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"Okay now were done!!" I'm still on the couch will fix was still in my room. "Fix! You want to order something to eat?!"

"No Zayn not hungry just going to bed Zayn!" He said from my room. I walked over to the door and rolled my eyes.

"Come on you have to be hungry we've work on your stuff for hours it 8pm now!!"

"So good night Zayn. Plus I don't eat pass 6:30pm."

"Fuck."

"Open the door fix."

"Why?"

"Um it's my room."

"So where I'm I going to sleep?"

"On the couch maybe or a blow up bed?" I said like it was thf most obvious answer.

"Why don't you?" He argued back.

"Fix are you fucking drunk?!" I yelled. As I bang on the door.

"...um..no.. Are you.."

"Open the door or I'm calling the cops! 5...4...3...2..." Before I said one the door was unlocked and opened.

"What?"

"Where is it." I said moving him out the way looking around my room.

"I have no idea what your talking about Zayn where's what?" He said trying to hide a smirk. I walked up to him and shook my head.