Someone Else's Fairytale (Zayn Malik)

Chapter 14: Someone Else's Social Comforts

Chapter 14: Someone Else's Social Comforts

Eventually, we decided to head back to Kadence's house. We gave big hugs to Drew and went on our way. Niall walked next to me on the way back to make sure that I didn't fall over. I was stumbling like crazy because Drew and I hadn't been able to stop after that one beer. We finished off what was left, and I hadn't even realized how far gone I was. I wasn't trashed, but I still held onto Niall's arm the entire way back because I didn't feel like falling on my face. We walked behind the others, so I couldn't take my eyes off of Zayn, who was busy giving Kadence a piggy back ride. It was an innocent gesture, but it seemed to weigh heavier in my chest with the mixture of alcohol running through my veins. Kadence's parents decided to ignore our drinking that night to avoid an uncomfortable situation, and I stumbled up the stairs and went straight to my room, completely exhausted. I was tired physically and emotionally, not to mention I knew that I would have a headache tomorrow.

Laying on my back, I stared at the ceiling and soaked in my absolute numbness. I repeatedly told myself that this night was fun and that what happened between Zayn and Kadence was no big deal, not even romantic in the slightest. It shouldn't matter at all. But it did, and I hated that it bothered me so much. I could feel my stomach stirring, and my head hurt thinking about it all. I groaned in frustration and finally decided that I could talk to Kadence in the tomorrow. Perhaps, I was stressing myself out about nothing. But then again, maybe I wasn't.

I ran my hands over my face and took a long, deep breath. It was best to go to bed and leave thinking for tomorrow when everything would be clearer. As it got later in the night though, I realized that there was no hope for me getting any sleep tonight. Sighing, I slipped out of bed and ever so quietly went to the attic, my bare feet padding softly on the hardwood floor. Harry's half finished pair of shoes still sat on my table. It was three in the morning, and my body was begging for sleep. But, it was responsible for my not sleeping, so I had nothing to blame. I sketched on the cat faces and made sure to focus every fiber of my being into finishing this shoe. I didn't want my mind to wander to silly thoughts.

In just two hours, I had the shoe painted and set to dry, so I moved on to Niall's pair. I managed to finish his pair of shoes as well. I had drawn a bunch of shamrocks all over and then colored the sides orange, green, and white. Now, I only had two more pairs to go since Louis' were done too. I started to hear noises throughout the house as people started waking up, and I could feel my sleep deprived body screaming at me angrily. My head was pounding, and my throat felt dry and scratchy.

“Hey Dakota-” I heard Kadence call but then stop and shout louder, “Dakota, where you are?”

I groaned at how loud she was and stumbled down the steps, coming face to face with Kadence.

“Hey, how long have you been up?” she asked curiously.

“I never went to bed,” I shrugged, and my voice revealed how true that was.

I sounded similar to an eighty year old man who had smoked cigars for his entire life, and I’m sure I didn't look too hot either.

“Dakota,” Kadence scolded me, but I only shrugged again. “Come on, you need a glass of milk.”

She grabbed my arm and tugged me downstairs where the other boys already sat, but I just wanted to be back in the dim lighting of the attic. Everyone talking and being so happy to be awake was driving nails into my head.

“Sit,” Kadence instructed me, pushing me down into a chair next to Zayn.

I immediately laid my head down on the table, and Zayn put a hand on my shoulder comfortingly. But, I shrugged away from the physical contact.