My Beautiful King

Chapter Thirty Eight

The heart is a pumping organ that keeps the blood flowing through the vessels. It's actually a double pump; the right side pumps deoxygenated blood-

Buzz. Buzz. Beep.

The sound of my phone inconsiderately interrupted my afternoon science revision. My hand instantly delved into the pocket of the cardigan I was wearing. I could feel myself quickly swelling with hope for word from Zayn as the 'One new text message' flashed up on the screen. Shaking, I pressed the text with a sweating index finger.

Great news! You can now get fast internet in more places. Turn your mobile off and on again to activate. Your charges stay the same. See-

I chucked my phone back into my pocket and swore aloud. Stupid, fucking mobile network. Disappointed, I averted my angry eyes back to the pages of the book I was reading.

-deoxygenated blood to the lungs to collect oxygen and remove carbon dioxide. The left side pumps the oxygenated blood around the body. The heart's made up of muscle cells that keep-

"Hey, Ashley?" My dad's head suddenly poked around the corner of my bedroom door, causing me to jump. I slammed shut my science revision guide and whipped around my whole body. I was so done with revising; I'd been at it for the past couple hours of the past couple days and it was getting tedious.

"What, dad?" I answered with a slight edge to my voice. I couldn't help it; I'd become slightly irritable while waiting for Zayn to get that new SIM card and text me. It'd been a full eight days since he'd left and still there'd been no contact from him. I was getting sick with worry. It reminded me of the last time he'd stopped texting me back. Regaining my focus, I looked up and saw my dad nod his head backwards, towards the stairs.

"There's someone at the door for you."

I groaned. Who the hell would be visiting me? Rising slowly from my chair, I traipsed from my room to the staircase. It couldn't be Zayn... Surely not Zayn. Yes, he hadn't called me like he said he would, but would he visit me to compensate for that? Would he be that stupid?

It took seven steps down the stairs before the answer was finally revealed.

It was him. There he was. Standing on the mat by the front door, hands in pockets and looking miles more content than he had been when we had last spoken a week ago. His face lit up the moment he saw me. I grimaced.

"Hi, Finn."

"Hey, Ashley!" Finn's sunny voice filled the empty hallway and I winced sourly. He'd obviously gotten over my rejection towards him pretty quick. "I'm here to collect my shopping stuff. Sorry it took so long for me to eventually come; I know I only live two houses away but I just couldn't find the time!"

I nodded with a fabricated smile. God. It still felt uncomfortable around Finn, knowing that not so long ago he'd tried to place his lips against mine...

What if he tried to again? I had a boyfriend now, it couldn't happen again. But how would I explain to Finn that I was back with the notorious 'Wayne Wazik'?

The boy on the floor below me looked towards the dumping area of my hallway. "You moved my bag?" He questioned in an intrigued manner. "Where is it?"

I shrugged my shoulders slightly. "Upstairs. In my room."

"Can we go to your bedroom then?"

I opened my mouth to say an apathetic answer of 'sure' but then saw my mother out of the corner of my eye. She stood in the downstairs corridor, leant against a wall and staring at the conversation between Finn and I without falter. She hopelessly looked towards me. I hurriedly looked away.