Teenage Love Affair

Sex Sheets

“There goes my love

He’s begged me not to leave him

swore they were done

I can't fucking believe him

There goes that liar

telling me he never cheats

Then I realise I've been

sleeping in his sex sheets.” –Max Milner (Sex Sheets)

A/N: Changed from She/Her to He/Him to fit the storyline (:

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Ariana’s  POV:

I was so pissed that I didn’t care of telling Cher. I was ready to see Zayn.

When I got in the house, I left everything the way it was and went straight to take a bath to try and relax while Lola ran around downstairs.

After a few minutes I heard the downstairs door unlock and I knew he was home.

I heard his footsteps run up the steps and call my name.

I ignored him and got out to get changed with the door still closed.

I rang my hair out and pulled it into a bun, walking out to see his hands on the back of his neck.

He smiled wide and went to kiss my cheek.

“What happened downstairs? It’s a mess.” He chuckled and went into the bedroom.

“Zayn, can I see your phone?” I asked casually.

He froze a bit and looked to me confused.

“Um…sure. Here.” He smiled and handed it to me.

I put in his password but it came up as incorrect.

“You changed your password? Why?” I asked.

He looked at me and shrugged. “I wanted something different. Here.” He said and put it in himself.

“Why cant you tell me the password?” I said and crossed my arms.

He frowned at me and rolled his eyes.

“Why are you asking so many questions all of a sudden? It’s just a password.” He sighed and went to sit on the bed, taking his phone with him.

I smirked and sighed.He was hiding it.

I leaned against the door frame and smiled at him. “How was the studio?” I grinned.

He looked confused then smiled.

“Oh, it was… great. A good session.” He said and cleared his throat.

“You’re a terrible Liar, Zayn.” I shook my head.

“What are you talking about?” He asked.

“I was there. I was at Perries.”

His face fell and his eyes widened.

He knew he was caught now.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, I wasn’t with Perrie.” He shook his head and walked over to the TV to grab the remote.

“Really? Then how would I know that Perrie’s room is the third door to the right?” I quirked my brow.

He frowned and glared at me.