We will meet again

Chapter 27

Aly's POV

I watched as everyone headed upstairs and for a minute I thought about joining them. Why did I care about what Zayn did? He didn't even come and say hi to me! Why must I always be the "adult one"?

I walked in and Zayn was leaning agaist the sink, staring out the window. I doubted he could see much because it was pitch-black outside.

I gathered all my courage and walked up to him. He must've been expecting me because he quickly turned around when he heard me approaching.

He looked at me directly and his eyes were dark and dangerous. I felt dizzy. Partly because I had one too many drinks but Zayn's effect on me was unquestionable.

"Hey." I said in a nonchalant tone and sat down at the kitchen table. "How was the concert?" Why was he so quiet? Much quieter than usual...

He chuckled but his face was full of irony. "Why don't you tell me about your hot date with this guy?"

Whoa! "Excuse me? It wasn't a date, we just had a couple drinks together." I exclaimed, defending myself. Why did he even care?

"I can see that..." He simply said.

"You're being a douche. I don't need this right now. If you don't wanna be here, you can leave. But don't come here acting like this." I couldn't believe he actually managed to piss me off in 2 minutes.

"...Acting like this? Like what?

What's your problem? You've been snopping around in my life, now you're getting mad at me because I asked you about your boyfriend? I think it's only fair." He said and sat down across from me.

"What? Are you crazy? I'm not snooping around. I don't care what you do! And it's none of your business to ask stuff about me or Mike. Who is not my boyfriend, btw. Urgh! I don't even know why I'm doing this, I don't owe you an explaination..." I shrugged and got up.

I was walking towards the stairs when suddenly I stopped, turned around and walked back to the kitchen.

"You know what. Yes, I have been snooping around on you. And yes, I have been talking with the boys about you. But that's not snooping around, it's called caring. I cared about you and I wanted to make sure you're okay. Cause that's what friends do Zayn, they care about each other.

They don't just forget about people and act like everything's fine and nothing ever happened. You're real fucked up, you know that?

You had these feelings for me and you didn't even say something, I had to hear it from Harry. And don't tell me you didn't see I was feeling the same way about you! A blind person could've seen that!

But then, instead of talking to me rather later than ever,  you go and date this chick for PR and now you act all pissed because I was out with a friend instead of rolling out the red carpet for your arrival? What did you expect me to do? To pout because you chose an other chick over me? To chase after you? Or did you want me to wait until you had the balls to tell me to my face?" I turned to leave, then turned back around.

"And you know what's really funny? I've been standing here for the past 10 minutes yelling at you and you didn't even interrupted me once. Not once did you try to defend yourself. Not once did you tell me to shut up. You're just standing here and it's making me crazy. Because I can't figure you out! Because I thought you cared about me. When you punched that guy I thought you cared about me. But when I left you ignored me. You were the only one who completely ignored me. And it hurt me, Zayn. It still hurts. Because...because I have Harry and Niall and all the others telling me all the time that you still care about me and that you still have feelings for me. Why can't you just say it? Just tell me. Tell me that you at least HAD some feelings for me. I need closure, Zayn. As stupic as that might sound. Tell me they're right, Zayn. Cause I don't see that. I don't see that when I look into your eyes..." I said and collapsed into someone's arms. He carried me upstairs to my bedroom. Through watery eyes I could make out Harry's stature as he leaned in and kissed me on the cheek.