Rebuilding Zerrie

Toilet + Diarrhea

KLOE'S P.O.V.

Although we came through the minivan with Paul driving, someone dropped off Niall's car sometime before noon. It was a sweet gesture for Niall to offer to drop me off. I'm sure I wouldn't stand an entire car ride with Harry. He probably would have choked me within two minutes of the trip and I would've dismembered his testicles. And I couldn't dare let Zayn take me home after all he'd been through that day.

The entire time Niall drove, we talked. About everything that we need to know about each other or stuff that we wouldn't even think about telling anybody else. "I've got four siblings," I shared as it was my turn, "One brother, a pair of twin girls and another sister not much older than I am."

"I was never really close with my brother," Niall fessed up, "But we're alright now. He's gonna make me his best man on his wedding." He was smiling as he said that. I silently prayed that his wedding would last. Having a brother who's been divorced, I didn't have much faith in marriage.

Before I was able to take my turn, I spotted my house from a few meters away. "Just pull over," I pointed at my almost-mansion, where my older brother lived at our guest house. He stepped on the breaks so abruptly I jerked forward, restrained by the seatbelt.

"Sorry," Niall apologized as he pulled the handbreak. "Blind as a mouse," he excused himself. I shook my head as a sign he didn't even need to be apologizing. He was way too nice to me.

I gave him a warm smile as I pulled the leaver on the door. It was still locked. I looked over at Niall, who was still looking at me with a concerned look on his face. "One last thing about me before I go," I told him, relaxing back on the passenger seat. "I don't like unlocking my own door," I said with a smirk.

He nodded but took a while for it to process. "Oh," he said in realization as he face-palmed himself. He unlocked his door which automatically unlocked the door on my side. Thankful, I waved bye before getting out of the car. He opened his window and shouted, "See you tomorrow!"

"Looking forward to it," I said sarcastically as I rolled my eyes. I scurried to the front door and watched as Niall drove away. In my opinion, I was the plague, repugnant to all humankind. Three knocks on the front door before somebody opened it. Seemed to me like they've been waiting for me because it usually took longer than three measly knocks.

Oh, joy.

It was my mom. She looked excited but, at the same time, disappointed. "On a scale from 1 to Taylor Swift," my mom asked even before I got inside the house, "How terrible was your day?" I squeezed in past her, not bothering to answer her question and ignoring her blind hatred for Taylor Swift.

Exhausted, I ran up the stairs to the master's bedroom. My sister, Maegan, was watching Breakfast at Tiffany's, adoring Audrey Hepburn's accent. She turned around, noticing me, and laughed. "Heard you had lunch with Niall, you little slut whore wanker," she raised both eyebrows at me.

"Uhm, you forgot the c-word," I said casually, still not wanting to answer her question. "Niall is really a really nice guy," I told her, meaning every bit of it, "He fought for me to stay and everything. It's Harry who makes my blood curdle." My eyes narrowed as I remembered how furious he was with Niall and how we bickered a while ago.

Maegan paused the DVD. "Hello?" She waved to snap me out of my slight trance. "You're forgetting someone?" My eyebrows turned quizzical. Who? She rolled her eyes and answered my unasked question. "Zayn!" She exclaimed, throwing her hands up in the air. "The entire reason why you were there in the first place!"

Oh. Right. Zayn.

"He's alright," I shrugged, "Nothing really repulsive about him."

She scoffed, amused. "And you think Harry is repulsive?"

"Well, yeah," I answered, "He's a scum-sucking mutant who doesn't know that thing. You know, forgiveness. Like nobody ever gave him a second chance? Oh, please. He's so full of himself."

Maegan held her stomach from laughter. "I can totally feel your passionate hatred burning in veins for Harry Styles." My mom walked in her bedroom with a basket full of laundry. I peeled off Zayn's shirt and slipped off Perrie's pants and threw them in the basket.

In only my underwear, I walked to the bathroom and tied my hair in a ponytail to get it out of my face. "It's not that I hate him," I told her honestly, "It's just that I wish he'd be the toilet if I ever have diarrhea."

I shut the bathroom door to muffle their laughter. I really didn't want to talk about my day. It was mine to know and mine alone. My mom called me from her room. "Kloe, you have to take Spring to her doctor tomorrow," she shouted so I could hear her from the sound of the shower going off.

"Her psoriasis acting up again?" I asked her. My sister, Spring, had this sickness in her skin that causes redness, peeling of skin, itchiness, popped out nails and lots more disgusting stuff. One of its triggers is stress.

"Yeah," she sounded pissed. "Thanks to your little mishap." Sure. Blame me for everything. "She's worried for you, Kloe," she told me, her voice louder now as if she was standing right outside the door. "Show her you care so she'll stop fussing."

I rolled my eyes. "Fine," I sighed. I just hoped Zayn wouldn't mind.