Playing with the all black manicure the boys got done for me, it wasn't long for my mates to return. I opened the door & re-greeted everyone. "Zayn told us whats been going on." Louis broke the silence & I swallowed hard. "I-I.." I began to stutter, tripping over the right words to say. "Don't feel guilty Y/N, it's not your fault." I emptied my lungs, as I felt they would burst. "However, you and Zayn do need to talk it out. So we're gonna be out here while you to resolve everything." I searched his eyes & an uneasy feeling taking over my stomach. "We've talked to him about his temper and he WILL control it. So he wont hit you or try anything. Okay?" "O-Okay.." I dragged myself to the bedroom & Zayn followed. I plopped on the bed, leaving silence & sexual tension in the air. "Why?" He looked down at me as he stood & furrowed his eyebrows. "Why what?" He questioned. "Zayn don't play dumb. Why do you feel that you need to be an utter & complete asshole to me?!" Raising my voice a little more then I meant, he sat next to me, unballing his fists. "I'm not sure, it's a jealous streak more then anything." I turned to him & my jaw slightly dropped. "Y/N, I want you. And I always have."
