The Sketchbook

Chapter Eight

Ashley's POV

Chapter Eight:

"Do you do this a lot?" Zayn asked.

"What do you mean?" I asked. I turned on my side to face him and placed my hand on his bare chest.

He sighed and stood up. "You should probably be getting home soon. It's getting late," He grabbed my clothes from his bedroom floor and handed them to me. He picked up his pants from the ground and slipped them on over his boxers.

I quickly slipped my shirt and pants on over my underclothes and walked over to where he was standing. "What's wrong?" I asked.

"How many other guys do you do this with?" He asked.

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

"Am I the only one?" He stepped away from me.

"Of course you are.Well other then Harry, yes," I grabbed his hand

"I feel so guilty knowing you have a boyfriend."

"Harry isn't much of a boyfriend if you haven't noticed."

"Maybe we should just be friends. That's probably what's best," Zayn let go of my hand.

"You're right I guess," I tried my best to ignore the lump that was forming in my throat. As much as it hurt, he was probably right.

Zayn walked back towards his bed and sat down. He stared at the ground, not saying a word. I figured that was my signal that it was time to leave.

"I'll see you later," I quietly said.

I slowly walked out of his room and closed the door. I walked at a slow pace towards his front door, hoping he would change his mind and come running back to me. I sat in my car waiting until I was convinced he wasn't coming back for me.

I came home to an empty house. My mom and Jim were out doing whatever it is they do. I never really talked to either of them after the whole engagement thing. With all the wedding arrangements my mom has been off my case here lately. Thank god for that.

I walked towards my bedroom. I felt so sad and broken. This wasn't what I wanted. This was pretty much the first time I've actually had to work hard to get a guy. Something finally happened between Zayn and me, but in the end he basically rejected me. I wasn't expecting to kiss Zayn or even sleep with him. It all happened so fast, I wasn't really sure what was happening. Not that I regret any of it though.

I wiped the tears from my eyes and cheeks. I pulled my blanket up to my chin and closed me eyes. I felt exhausted. I tried to sleep but my mind wouldn't let me. I just kept thinking about Zayn. About his beautiful lips against mine. The portrait he painted of me. He liked me back, whether he wanted to admit it or not. He wouldn't have kissed me back if he didn't like me. He wouldn't have-

My phone rang, interrupting my thoughts. I quickly grabbed it and answered it.

"Hello?" I said into the phone.

"I'm not going to be home tonight so don't wait up for me," My mother said.

I sighed. I was hoping it would be Zayn but no. Of course it would be my mother. "Okay I'll go ahead and lock the door. Bye."

"Bye," she said before hanging up.

I locked the front door and hurried back to my warm bed. I watched tv for awhile, hoping I would fall asleep soon, and thankfully I did.

I was alseep for awhile until I heard a banging sound from my front door. I looked out my window and saw it was raining.

"It's just the rain," I whispered to myself before laying back down.

I heard the banging noise again and knew it wasn't just the rain. Someone must have been outside. I could feel my heart beat quicken. I slowly tip toed towards the door and yelled, "You better leave I just called the cops!"

"I'm not leaving until you talk to me," I heard a familiar voice say.

I quickly swung the door open and saw Zayn. His clothes were so wet from the rain that they were sticking to him.

"I didn't think you would come back" I told him.

He stepped towards me and put one hand on my waist and the other on the back of my head. "I will never leave you," he whispered before putting his cold, wet body against mine and kissing me.