My Overprotective Best Friend: Zayn Malik (Niall Horan Short Story)

Chapter 6

Author's Note: So, I've decided to post this chapter early, seeing as how it's been a while since you guys have had a new chapter.,,also, I want to know what you guys think. Just like "Cat Got Your Tongue?", this is also a short story. I haven't figured out how many chapters yet, but it won't be a whole hell of a lot. Either way, tell me what you guys think of the new chapter! --Ekat =)

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Zoey’s P.O.V.

            “What the fuck is wrong with you?” I shout, smacking Zayn on the back of his head as I run over to Niall.

            “Ow, what was that for?” Zayn asked, rubbing the spot where I whacked him not even a minute ago.

            “You hit Niall!” I exclaim, not caring who hears me. It was then that I realized that Liam, Louis, and Harry were in the room with us. They sensed the tension, but Liam was the only one with the courage to step forward.

            “What’s going on here?” Liam asked, looking between Zayn and I.

            “Dickhead over here decided to punch Niall in the jaw when I told him Niall kissed me on the cheek,” I answer, glaring over at Zayn, who has an offended look on his face.

            “Um, you’re welcome,” Zayn added in. Like I’m really going to thank the idiot for punching the guy I like in the face…such an idiot.

            “You know what; I don’t time for this right now,” I say, ending our conversation.

            “I’m going to lift him up,” Liam announced. “He needs to see a doctor, and someone’s going to have to drive us.”

            “I will,” I volunteer before anything.

            “But you’ve never been to London before,” Zayn points out, thinking he’s won. He should know by now that it’s never that simple with me.

            “Well seeing as how you can’t drive, I don’t think it’s such a good idea that I stay here,” I snap. “I don’t think your management team would appreciate two members of One Direction going to the hospital. Plus, we both know that going for a drive cools me down.”

            “Fine,” Zayn mutters, but everyone hears him, because they start bringing Niall downstairs.

            “Let’s put him in his range rover,” Louis suggests, but then decides to turn it into a joke. “If you guys wreck his car, at least he’ll already be knocked out.”

            “Don’t quit your day job Lou,” Harry jokes as Liam starts yelling at him about it not being funny. Even though Niall is unconscious, which has me scared to death, I did still kind of find the joke funny.

            “Zo-Zo,” Zayn says, trying to start up a conversation as we’re walking out the door to Niall’s car, but I don’t intend on letting it go any further.

            “Stop right there Zayn,” I interrupt, turning to my best friend, who I can never stay mad at, but is really starting to piss me off. “You knew I liked Niall, and then you said you were hesitant, but willing to let me date someone. So when I tell you that Niall gave me a slight peck on the cheek, you storm over to his flat, and punch him in the face? I’m sorry Zayn, but that’s bullshit.”

            “I know,” he starts to reply, but I’m too mad to even listen to him.

            “Don’t bother,” I say, turning on my heels. “Liam and I have to leave to fix the damage that you’ve already caused.”