Ways To Love You.

Chapter 5

-Zayn

I walk up the steps of the Styles' residence and ring the door bell. The door opens to reveal Marcel with his nose in a book, like always.

"Hey, Marcel." He turns around, completely ignoring me and continues to read his book.

"Okay." I walk inside and shut the door behind me. Harry emerges from the back hallway and walks over to me.

"He's locked up in his room.  He won't let me in." 

"So, something must have happened."

"You don't say?" Harry puts his hand on his hip with a sigh.

"What? It's an observation."

"Not a very good one." Marcel looks up from his book and pushes his glasses up the rim of his nose.

"That's not the point. Let me see if he'll open up to me." Harry and Marcel both scoff.

"Good luck with that." I walk past them and up the stairs then stop in front of his door. i jiggle the handle on his door then knock.

"Edward? It's me. Open the door."

"Go away."

"No, open the door."

"No."

"I brought pizza." I get no reply but I hear the door unlock. I open the door and see Edward tugging at his beanie before taking a seat on his bed. He pulls his pillow close to him as he looks down. I set the pizza box on his dresser and kneel down.

"You want to tell me what happened?"

"So, there isn't really a book club." He bites at his lip and looks away.

"It was a set up by Sam and I fell for it. They made fun of me and dragged me to the locker room showers then poured flour on me." Anger boiled inside me but seeing Edward start to tear up again made me soften.

"I'm so sorry, Edward."

"For what?" He mumbles into the pillow, keeping his eyes on the ground.

"Not being there for you."

"I don't blame you. Who would want to be friends with a punk?" Who would want to be with a rebel, law-breaking, soon-to-be convict?" He shakes his head then breaks into a fit of sobs.

"Edward, you're not."

"Yes, I am."

"No.-"

"All my life, I've been a burden! I'm nothing but a waste of space."

"Edward."

"No!" I stand up and grab his face. I push my lips onto his to make him stop talking. Everything was happening so fast but I wanted him to stop saying all of this nonsense. He starts to kiss back with passion until I pull away, making the spark and heat between us fade.

"You're not. You're not a burden or a waste of space. Don't say things that aren't true." Edward scoffs.

"If I wasn't here, I'm sure you'd have more friends than you do now."

"I don't need a lot of friends, I have you."

"Yeah, but you could have Harry, Gemma, Marcel, even Gigi."

"I don't any of those people. I just want you."

"You really mean that?"

"Cross my heart and I hope to fly." Edward smiles with a small giggle.

"Stick a cupcake in my eye." We both break out into laughter at the My Little Pony reference. 

"Oh! Before I forget." I reach into my jacket pocket and grab his glasses.

"I believe these are yours." I fumble with opening his glasses then look up at him. He looks down at me, making me stop in my tracks and look deeply into his eyes. The emerald green in his eyes glisten from past tears make me almost weak at the knees. I don't know what's happening but I think I like it.

"Zayn." I snap out of my thoughts and pick his glasses up from the ground. I set them back on his face, making him smile genuinely again.

"That's the smile I wanted to see." He smiles again then looks over at his dresser.

"Did you bring that for me?"

"Yeah, I wanted to take you out for pizza after school but with our circumstances, I thought bringing it to you would be better."

"What kind did you get?"

"Pepperoni. Just how you like it." I reach over and grab the pizza box and set it on his bed.'

"Why thank you, Mr. Malik." He opens the box with a smile.

"Well, let's not let that pizza go to waste." He takes a slice of pizza then bites into it with a moan.

"I love pizza."  He chews and looks at me.

"Thank you."

"Don't thank me, it's what I'm here for. To keep you happy." Edward aww's then throws the pizza crust into the box. He hops off of his bed and lunges forward to capture me in a hug.

"You're the greatest."

>>

After eating our box of pizza, Edward falls asleep. I help him up into the bed then leave quietly. I walk downstairs and see Harry and Louis cuddling on the couch. Harry looks at me with a smile but all I can do is grab his hand and yank him into the kitchen.

"Whoa, hey!" I push the door open then turn around to face him.

"Oi, Malik. Why you grippin' my boyfriend like he's an object."

"Shove off, Tommo. I just need to talk to him."

"Doesn't mean you need to p-"

"Louis, I'm fine. Just go back to the living room." Louis grumbles then turns around to walk back to the living room.

"Yeah. you better leave, you whipped pice of sod!" I put my fists on my hips and try to look manly but his glare makes me bite my lip nervously. Harry closes the door then turns back to me.

"What's up, Malik." I look down then tap my foot with anxiety. Harry's face immediately turns to a worried expression as I look back at him.

"What's wrong? You look pale." I sigh and look around then back at Harry.

"I think I like Edward." 

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