"Harry, I swear to God, if you take of my hood, I'll punch you." I hear Kenny threaten from the kitchen as I'm sitting in the their living room with Zayn by my side and Louis on the armchair across me.
"But your hood is ugly."' I hear Harry say and Kenny groan.
Why did I stay? I said I wouldn't go back, I don't want anything to do with them. They're bad people, drug dealers for God's sake.
I was going to leave, I really was. I couldn't care less about them, I'd leave them all in a heartbeat but when I turned around and saw that sad look in Zayn's eyes, I just couldn't.
His eyes weren't a as shiny or bright as they usually are, his smile was long gone and I didn't have the audacity to leave.
I can see him getting more tired for every second that passes.
There's something about him. I don't know what it is, his kindness, his eyes, his smile? Maybe even his rudeness towards me? I don't know, it's something that makes him special than any other guy, or maybe I'm hallucinating. I'd say the other option is more likely.
As i listen to Kenny and Harry's irrelevant conversation, I suddenly feel something heavy on my shoulder. I look to my left and Zayn is resting his head on my shoulder and I try not to smile but it's impossible. I watch his beautifully shaped face, his eyes are closed and he has one hand placed on my thigh. I come back to reality when Louis coughs to get my attention. I look up with furrowed brows as I remember what he has done.
"Do you want me to drive you home?" Louis mumbles.
"I have a car, no need to drive me." I snap as I glare at him. He rolls his eyes and sighs.
"Whatever." He mumbles while he's playing with his phone.
We sit in silence for a couple of minutes until he decides to speak.
"You do know it's 7pm, right?" He tells me and I quickly look at my watch. It's definitely 7pm and I feel the panic surrounding me.
"I need to go." I say as I quickly stand up. I had completely forgot Zayn was resting his head on me until I heard a little thud on the sofa.
I turn around and see him rubbing his head. His eyes are bloodshot and his hair looks like it hasn't been combed or washed in days. He sits up confused looking at Louis and I.
"What, why, what happened?" He manages to say and I shrug.
"You fell asleep on me?" I say carelessly and he furrows his brows in confusion.
"No, not that. How did I come here? Wasn't I in your car?" He says still confused.
"Yea, you were high in my car, I drove you here, I had an argument with Louis about my car and then I stayed." I explain quickly and I see his face change after what I said. I think he got some memories back.
"Oh." He says and I ignore him. I walk away from both of them and start walking towards the hallway to put on my shoes.
I can hear footsteps getting closer to me. I turn around to see Louis coming towards me from the living room. I sigh without noticing and find myself wishing it was somebody else. What the hell is wrong with me?
I put on my converse as Louis watched me. I groan as I raise my voice at him.
"You don't have to follow me everywhere I go, Jesus."
"You should be happy that I'm going with you, there are dangerous people out there." Louis tells me coldly.
"Yeah like you guys?" I snap. He just looks at me and gives me a smirk.
I exit the front door and Louis follows me even though he's just wearing slippers.
I pat at the places where I have pockets to see where my keys are. Did I leave them in the car? I rush to my car and as I try to open the door, it just won't open. It's locked.
"Missing anything?" He says behind my back and I can almost hear him smirking.
"My car keys." I tell him sternly as I rush back to him and reach my hand out for him to give me them.
"Kenny has them, wait here a sec will you?" Louis says and walks inside.
I stand here in the darkness right next to my old little car.
I glance at my clock to check the time. It's almost 7.30.
Was I really here for over three hours? What was even the point of it all?
I groan as I rub my temples. I always have to get myself into trouble, always. My father is going to kill me! What am I even supposed to tell him? Good lord, I need to come up with a really good excuse if I don't want my ass grounded again.
I can't believe my father though. I am 20 years old, I am an adult. I'm supposed to have responsibilities and not to be treated like I child. God, sometimes I wish I had a dorm at NCC. It would be all so much easier, but my parents won't let me since we live 20 minutes away.
