Tainted Redemption

Chapter six

Although staying up the whole night and then without knowing sleeping next to your best buddy wasn't that tiring or surprising, having someone wake you up with a shout definitely isn't nice.

"I'm going to be late for classes," Tim all but screeched and literally pushed me away from him where I was comfortably laying with my head resting on his lap, sleeping tightly. I whine loudly, and he childishly whined back like mocking me, "I can't miss anymore classes or it'll have an effect on my grades," he muttered at me, I stuck my tongue at him. "And-"

He's interrupted by the figure looming beside of us.

"Livy." My dad's voice uttered calmly and stared at us with a sour expression, Tim grimaced a bit before he turned to my father.

"Hey, dad," I gently said back. Then I see Tim alternate his stare from my dad to I, "You can go, Tim. I don't want to hear for the rest of my days how I was the reason for your academic failure." I tease, he huffed but picked his bag and coat that he had carelessly thrown away to the ground next to the coffee table.

"Good day, Robin." Tim told him with a smile and rushed out. "See ya, Liv."

The second he disappeared my father assessed me calmly, "What did I say about boys sleeping over," he immediately said with an unpleasant expression, I gape.

"He's my best friend, he's your biggest admirer and wouldn't look at me that way ever." I splutter back at this accusation, he sighed exasperated, "There's no greater proof than him talking my ear off about you all the time." I mutter with a smirk.

He nods, dismissing that quickly then frowned as if he remembers something, "Livy, why was your gun laying casually on the hall?" he suddenly said, my eyes widen for a tiny bit fraction.

Dammit. How could I forget about that?

Sour look on my face I mumble, "I...uh.. I don't know." It came out as a question rather than a statement.

"You don't know?" he asked back confusedly, waiting with that knowing look on his face as he crossed his arms before his chest. He knows when I lie, I don't know why I even try.

So with a sigh I look at him with rounder eyes, "I thought there was someone in the house yesterday," I calmly told him and wait for him to explode, not long and he narrowed his blue eyes.

There was actually, but he doesn't need to know that. Why was I trying to protect him?

"Why didn't you call me then?!" he loudly exclaimed and instantly checked around the place.

"Dad there's no one there. I was just being paranoid. Tim stayed here because of that." I told him, trying to appease him.

"I don't care," he called back, still annoyingly scanning all around the place. I roll my eyes.

It's weird to know Zayn was yesterday here in this place...my house. That's just too personal...And here I go starting to think about him again, even using his name in my thoughts. It's definitely not going to be as easy as I thought it would to forget he was ever here.

I hear the clinking of the front door, the sound alike with when someone is jutting the keys and not long after my mum walked in with her hair in a bun, make up free face and a knee length high waisted skirt and a pink blouse on. She looks like she has a hangover and is in need of a shower and sleep. I try not to laugh and she notices.

"Not a word, young lady." She chastised, I hold my hands up, "Why aren't you ready for classes?" she asked suddenly.

I quickly stand up once I remember that, "I will have breakfast out." I told her as I want to jump in the shower quickly, just then my father came on view and my mother frowned.