Angel | zm

6 - man up

man up
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[harper]

"Wake up!" I turn around in bed, and face the pillow, not wanting to wake up, until I'm shaken awake.

"What the, let me sleep for fcks sake, I've got a headache" I slur, my head hurting, still not opening my eyes. I'm not even listening to the person who's talking to me.

"I swear to God, if you don't wake up I'm gonna throw a bucket full of ice on you."

That makes me open my eyes, and instantly I'm met with honey coloured eyes, looking at me with fury. What the actual fck?

I'm about to sit on my bed, but I realise on time that this is not my bed. This is definitely not my bed. And when I look down on the floor I see my clothes scatterd around the whole floor. What?!

No no no no, this can't be true. i did not sleep with zayn fcking malik. i can't have done something as stupid as that. No. Harper what the fck have you gotten yourself into.

"Get out" he yells this time, what makes me look at him, with fearfull eyes.

"Zay-"

"Don't Zayn me, I said get out. I'm serious get away from my house, this should not have happend!" He yells again. What?

"Why are you yelling at me? Seriously I didn't do anything. I was drunk out of my mind, you were the one last night, who told me a few times that you didn't drink mu- Wait, you were sober when this- Oh my God, Zayn I can't believe you!" I'm the one yelling this time. Who does he think he is? Take advantage of me, and the throw me out of his house, withouth getting me any painkillers or excusing hemself for doing something like this to me.

"Man up. We just fucked nothing much. So now, don't be a bitch and get out of my house. I've got guests coming over in an hour or so."

I roll my eyes and tell him to go away so that I can change in my clothes from last night. Was Lily not supposed to take care of me so that stupid things like this would't happen? I feel used right now. Never have I gotten in bed with someone I barely now. I may be a model, and pose half naked, but I've got my self respect. And that fcker Zayn Malik is trying to take that away from me I think. Ugh, what's his problem anyway?

I walk downstairs, looking around. His house is so big, mine looks like crap next to his, but I love my house. His house is all decorated black and white, with a bit of grey. But mostly black and white. It has suck an unfriendly vibe, just like himself. And now again, he's proved his point. He's some dumb ashole, who gets everything he wants. 

"I called a cab for you." Without even looking at him, I make my way out his house and wait on his lawn. After ten minutes a yellow taxi pulls up. I give the chauffeur the address of the VS studio and take my phone out of my purse. When I unlock it I see that I've got eleven texts  and four missed calls from Lily. I'll just call her when I get there of she's not there.

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Boring? Idk. I really don't know what to do with this story anymore. Nobody seems to like it or the way i write.

But its zayns birthday and my baby turned 23 how does the time fly omg.