Love Is Impossible.

Chapter Fifty-Six. {one thing}

~*{Zayn Malik}*~

'I'm comin home bbe - Zayn <3'

'k. - Skyla xo' '

She's still mad at me. Man I'm toast when I get home. Thanks a lot Harry Styles. I hope you're happy--he probably is, so he can now have Skyla to himself... and break her heart like he does to every girl he meets.

Kevin dropped me off outside the house, after apologising over and over again that he didn't mean to 'ruin my day' and would hope that we would continue to be friends. My response was nothing, as I slammed the car door shut like the diva I am, before opening the front door.

"I'M HOME!!!" I announced looking around.

Niall and Skyla were in the kitchen laughing about something, while Harry, Louis and Liam were talking quietly on the sofa.

"Hey Zayn!" Niall waved at me, nudging Skyla slightly. She looked up at me and then looked away. Ouch?

"Vas Happenin'?"

"Oh nothing much. Where were you?" Liam questioned me as I sat down on a beanbag beside his feet.

"At the studio. That crazy Kevin guy wanted me to hang out with him... it was hell."

Liam nodded and looked over to Skyla who had a blank expression on her face. He frowned at her, then eyes met mines and I shrugged. I know she's angry with me, but I didn't know she would be playing this well in the silent treatment.

"Did you get your dress then, babe?" I asked her, curiously. Silently praying that she would speak to me.

She nodded, not looking up at me or meeting my eye-contact. I sighed, giving up.

"What's going on here then?" Niall questioned me, looking from Skyla to me and back with a confused look on his face.

I waited for her to reply but she simply shrugged. Harry was staying awfully quiet throughout this whole situation which was really annoying me. He was the reason for this mess and he doesn't have the courtesy to apologise? Rude.

"Skyla, can I talk to you upstairs, please?" I asked her, getting to my feet nervously.

"DUN-DUN-DUUUUUN!" Louis gasped dramatically, like the annoying fool he is.

She nodded reluctantly and I followed her up the stairs.

"GO EASY ON HIM ALEX!" Louis called after us, and I managed to accurately throw my slipper at him just to shut his annoying self up.

~*~*~

She sat down on my bed and I shut the door hesitantly. I was debating whether I should full on confront her, or keep it lade back.

"What's going on between us?" I asked, twiddling with my fingers nervously, not wanting to look her beautiful face, that would make my heart race more than it already is.

"What do you mean?" she mumbled.

"Like before, we were both clearly having an argument..."

"I know." she replied bluntly.

"Because of Harry..." I added in, slowly because I knew how she would act if I blamed Harry instantly. She would go all ninja on me, and defend him--even though, I'm her boyfriend.

"Harry has nothing to do with this!!" Skyla argued, see what I mean?

"Yes he clearly does! He's ruining our relationship!"

Why is she always sticking up for him?!

"The only person that's ruining it is you, Zayn!! You and your constant worrying! You and your sudden hate for Harry. Harry hasn't done anything wrong! He's not the bad guy but, right now you're acting like it..." she snapped at me, furiously.

I stood still, stunned at what she had just said. I no longer felt superior. I felt like a Mouse against a Lion... really? Am I the bad guy?

"You mean that do you?" my tone was hurt, and she could hear it.

Her brown eyes met mines, a pained looked came across her face...

"Zayn. You're just going to constantly blame Harry for everything, aren't you?"

"I'm only stating the facts. He's the one to blame!!"

"We both know that's wrong, Zayn..."  she sighed, shaking her head.

"What are you trying to say?!" I chocked back the tears that were threatening to fall.

"I don't think this is going to work out if you're never going to admit Harry has nothing to do with anything--"

"--But SKYLA! HE'S--"

"--NO. LEAVE HIM ALONE!" She snapped at me suddenly, pinching the bridge of her nose.

"WHY ARE YOU SUDDENLY BACKING HIM UP?! I'M YOUR BOYFRIEND!" I yelled at her, clenching my fists.

A few tears slipped down her cheeks. Her beautiful brown eyes locked mines. Her face crippled with pain... mirroring mines actually...

"Not any more." She whisper red, kissing my cheek softly before walking out the room with the door slammed behind her.

There goes my one thing...

{{what is with me and cheesy endings? urgh ahah. SO HI! WHAT DID YOU THINK?! OMG ZAYLA BROKE UP WHATWHAT? ;))))))) oh well, they could be back together or maybe it's one of the others chance!:D

Giving you a heads up, next chapter is short.. so I'll type it up now. Tell me what you think of Zayla and your views of the fanfic thanks!! -Tanisha .xx}}

 edited: 12/02/14.