Make the Most of It

7. Wandering Eyes

I spent the next couple days thinking about whether I should call Zayn and make sure he was okay. He hurt his wrist pretty bad and it was because of me. The least I could was check up on him. Not to mention the fact that I couldn't stop thinking about him. But, it was already Wednesday; maybe it would seem to late now to call. I did anyways.

"Hello?"

"Um hi, Zayn."

"C'mon baby," some girl whines from the other side. Who is that?! That definetely wasn't the same girl as last time.

"Do you need something? I'm kind of busy right now," he urges.

"Busy doing what? Sleeping with random girls?"

"I'm not sleeping with you so why do you care? I can do whatever I want," he retorts.

"You can't mess around with people's feelings! You're ruining everyone else's lives along with yours!"

"I'm not! He yells back. "Why did you call in the first place?!"

"I was going to ask you how your wrist was, but nevermind now."

"Good. I don't need your sympathy anyway."

"You know what? I honeslty can't believe that I fell for you even for a second! Why did you decide to ruin my life? You could've picked any other girl at that party! Why me? Then you save my life and act as if it's no big deal! Who does that?!" My voice cracked in the midst of my rant and I could feel tears coming. But, he didn't deserve my tears. I wiped my eyes to stop them before they fell.

"Wait Nik-" I hung up the phone before he even had the chance to finish. I couldn't believe that I just poured my feelings out to him. Who did he think he was? I hated him! Everything little thing about him! But that hatred wasn't enough to douse the fire inside me; the fire that yearned so badly for him.

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Zayn's P.O.V.

The words hit me like a ton of bricks. They kept replaying over and over again in my head. "I can't believe I fell for you..." Did she really mean that? I mean, she had a boyfriend. I looked at the girl sitting next to me on the bed, waiting. Was I really messing with her feelings? I shrugged her arms off my chest.

"Um can I call you later?"

"But Zayn," she whined.

"I'm sorry. Look you have to go." I get up and grab her clothes and toss them to her. "I'm going to take a shower. Please see yourself out, once you're dressed." She frowns at me stubbornly. Hoping she'll leave, I walk into my bathroom and look at my reflection in the mirror. The guy I saw was definetly not the same one I knew from so many months ago. Nikki was right. Maybe I was changing. Maybe I was starting to ruin my life.

I wanted so badly to get of all these thoughts running through my head. There was only one thing that could help me do that. The thing that can help me forget everything.

I threw on a pair of jeans and a shirt, grabbed my hoodie and left my aparment. I didn't take my car, instead I walked. I figured I could use the fresh air anyway. The wind blew hard against my face. I walked for what seemed like hours until I finally reached my comfort place. The bar.

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Nikki's P.O.V.

I sat around my apartment, binge-watching TV while I ate to my heart's content. I still wasn't over what had happened between Zayn and I over the phone, just a coule hours ago.

But, then again, I needed to stop sulking over things that won't be affecting me any longer. I got up from my couch, grabbed my keys and left without thinking twice.

I drove around, hopelessly, wanting so badly to forget everything. I didn't care about Zayn and I didn't need him. He was like a speed-bump in the road; you have to pass it slowly, but once you get over it, you don't look back again. Unfortunately, this speed bump decided to show up anywhere, anytime. There he was, walking along the side of the road with a beer bottle in one hand. He wobbled from side to side, trying to keep his balance.

But, I stayed strong I wasn't going to give in. He said so himself; he could do whatever he wanted. I slowly drove past him, fighting the urge to stop. Suddenly, he lost his balance and toppled over. I slammed on the breaks and watched to see what he would do next. Nothing. He just layed there on the ground, not even trying to get up.

As much as I hated him, I couldn't keep him lying there in the middle of the sidewalk. He probably doesn't even realize where he is and in the drunken state he's in, I assume he isn't even going to get up until th next morning. So I get out of car and walk over to where he's sprawled across the ground.

As I bend down to pick him up, the stench of alchohol wafts up to my nose. I use all my stength and lift him up off the ground.

"Wh...who is that?" He asks, slurring his words. "Get off me. Leave me alone."

"It's me Nikki."

"Nikki?" He immediately pushes off of me. "I don't need your help! So what if I've ruined my life? Who are you to judge me?!"

"Zayn, you're going to hurt yourself out here alone. Just come on."

"N...no!" He yells, before the last bit of alchohol kicks in, and he topples over again. I catch him this time, before he can fall to the ground. I wrap one of his arms around my shoulder and drag him to my car. I seat him in the passenger side and then seat myself one the driver's side and drive back home.

Once I get home, I'm faced with the challenge of actually getting him to my apartment. I'm definetly not strong enough to carry him. That only leaves me with one option, to drag him to my door. I grab both of his arms and pull so his legs drag against the ground. After opening my door, with much difficulty, I walk in and push him onto the couch, which unfortunately, wakes him up. He groans, then tries to push me away.

"I'm not good for you! I'm not good for anyone," he says, his words slurring. I can't love anymore! I've ruined my life!" He groans again and then falls back onto the pillow.

"God, how do you get so drunk?" I mutter, under my breath.

I don't really know what to do from there. Should I change his shirt? It probably smells. But, I don't want to seem like a perv. Maybe it's for the best though. I go into my room and rummage through my drawers to try and find one of Michael's shirts from so long ago. I fianlly find one and go back to my living room. As slowly as I can, so I don't wake him, I pull his smelly shirt off and toss it aside.

I wasn't expecting him to be so.... attractive. My eyes wandered on his sculpted chest, over his abs and down to his V-line, when I realized what I was doing and reverted my eyes back up. I slipped the clean shirt on him, then situated him on the couch so he laying across it. His arm hung over the side of the couch and his head leaned onto of the small couch pillows. I grabbed a blanket from my closet and threw that over him too. Then, I stood there staring at him. He looked so peaceful when he was sleeping. I could even see a hint of a smile forming on his soft, lucious lips. Once again, I found myself admiring Zayn. Maybe he wasn't so bad after all. At least, he wasn't when he was sleeping.

I sure was going to have a lot of explaining to do tommorow.