Forgotten

Ch 30

A/N: There's only like two more chapters after this I think? So, it'll be ending soon. But I have no idea how to end it :( 

Zayn**

"Hello?" 

I hear a cough, and throat clear before a voice I haven't heard in months answers. "Hey Zayn!"

"Hey Niall. What's up?"

"Nothing. I just wanted to see how you were? How's Lisa?" His voice is sincere, and it's suprising. 

"I'm good. Lisa's good. She's at Uni right now actually, studying Bio-Chem or something." I chuckle, feeling a bit guilty for not knowing her major. "We're atleast 7 months in our relationship and going strong. How are you? How are the Irish ladies treating you now that you're a normal lad?"

He laughs his strong laugh, and I smile. "Everything's cool. I've a girlfriend actually. An old friend I reconnected with. Her name's Ashley. She's beautiful man."

(A/N: Picture of Ashley in Multi-Media)

"That's great! How long have you two been seeing eachother?"

"How long have I been in Ireland? Two months? So two months." He chuckles and I hear a voice in the background. "We actually live together now."

"Ay, are you talking about me there?" A thick Irish voice giggles, and he laughs in response.

"Hello? Who is this?" Ashley picks up the phone, and I hear a laugh and footsteps.

"Come back with my phone!" I hear him yell, and I hear a door slam and lock.

"I've locked my self in the bathroom. So, who is this anyway?"

I laugh, "So, you've stolen his phone, not knowing who's on the line?" 

She giggles, "Sounds like Zayn? Am I right?"

"DING DING DING!" I say and she giggles again. "So how are you treating my pocket-sized Irish lad, eh?"

"Ask him how he's treating me! He cooks all the time, but never leaves any for me!"

I laugh, "That's Niall. No food for anyone but him!" 

We chat a little more, before Niall eventually breaks into the bathroom. Apparently he went outside and climbed in through the window.

"Alright Zayn, it seems as though it's dinner time! I'm starving!" he chuckles, and I laugh.

"Yeah. Well, it was good talking to you lad."

"Wait, I have something to say." He says sighing. "I'm sorry Zayn. I didn't mean to hurt you. I hope you can forgive me, and we can become friends again, yeah?"

I chuckle nervously, "Yeah mate. We can try."

"Also.. I love you. And I'm gonna get you again."

My heart stops, and my jaw drops before I hear Niall utter a hardy laugh. "Just kidding lad! Talk to you later!"

He hangs up the phone, and I let out a deep breath. I laugh, and smile. It's good that Niall's happy, he wasn't for a while. He deserves it.

I dial Louis number, and it goes straight to Voicemail. 

"Hey Lou, it's Zayn. I'm just calling to check up on Elounor." I laugh at the fan name for them, and continue. "Just call or text me whenever, yeah?"

I hang up, and walk into the kitchen. I open the fridge, and look for something to cook. 

I could cook some chicken, since I'm not that good of a cook. Everyone likes chicken. I can't possibly screw up chicken.

..Could I?

I shrug, and get out a big bowl, and pour a boat-load of flour into the bowl. I get the chicken, and put on a kettle, and put the chicken in another bowl.

I pull out the lettuce, tomatoes, carrots and onions from the fridge and set them on the counter.

A simple salad. Simple enough. 

I begin cutting up the veggies, and throw them all in a bowl. Then I chop the lettuce into medium sized flakes, and throw them in too. 

When the kettle goes off, I take the frozen chicken from the wrapper, and put it in the bowl again. I pour the hot water over the chicken, and cover it with a plate. I set a time for about thirty minutes, the chicken should be done by then.

My phone begins to ring, and I sit down on the couch and answer it.

"Lou?" 

"Hey Zayn.." My brow furrows when I hear a voice not belonging to Lou.

"Yes Harry?"

"Heh.. You won't believe where I am." he whimpers lightly, trying to chuckle

My brow furrows even deeper, and I huff. "Jail. How much do you need?"

I can practically hear him grin. "It's only about a thousand dollars."

My jaw drops, and so does the phone almost. Before I regain my sense.

"Where are you?" I growl. He tells me where he is, and I get in my car, driving to get him.

When he gets in the car, he doesn't look at me. I'd paid three thousand dollars, despite him saying "about a thousand." 

Turns out, he and Liam went on a drunk adventure two nights before, breaking everything in sight at a local bar. Liam hadn't been seen, so he'd been able to escape. 

"Let's go to a bank, I'll pay you back, and fill your tank." He says not looking at me.

"Damn right." I mumble, and he grins.

We get to the bank, and he swiftly writes a check. He hands it to me getting back into the car, 

"Five thousand dollars?" I grimace, looking over at him. He nods, and grins largely.

"For gas, and the person who just keyed your car thinking it's mine." I gasp and get out. I look at my all black Camaro, the same exact one that Harry has. I see a deep scratch going across my car, and I lose it.

"MY FUCKING CAR?! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!" Harry gets out the car, and I see him stifle a laugh. I look at him, and I can almost see the laiugh dissolve in his throat. I advance towards him and grab the collar of his shirt. 

"What the fuck is your problem Harold?! You think this is a fucking joke?!" I ask him, and he winces at me saying his full name. "This isn't a fucking game."

"I know it's not! Jeez! Lighten up." 

Lighten up?! "Fuck that!"

Ii slam my fist into his face, and shove him to the ground. "Fucking walk home Styles." I say kicking him. 

He spits blood, and frowns. "Fine. I fucking will."

I get in my car, but get out again staring down at him. "You know what your problem is Harry?"

"Enlighten me."

"You're on this unbelievably fucking high horse. You think you can use people however, and whever you want, and then throw them away like trash. You think you're better than everyone else. You aren't. You are just as normal as everyone else. Your curly hair, and dimpled grin won't get you through life asshole." When I'm finished, I get in my car and drive off.

I rip open my front door, and throw the check on the counter. I kick off my shoes, throw myself face first into the couch, and let out a scream. I scream my fucking lungs out. 

When I'm finished, my head hurts like a bitch. But atleast I feel better.