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Chapter 12:
Zayn POV:
Cutting the engine of the car, she was out the door and sprinting up the driveway before I can turn to her and apologise for my bad behaviour. She obviously wanted to get away for me and I should respect her wishes. But apart of me wanted to chase after her and tell her I'm sorry and kiss away the pain. What the hell is wrong with me? That can't happen and it won't. We can't even have one civil conversation without one of us walking away. Nonetheless, I oh her an explanation.
Resting my head against the steering wheel, I need to think. but I can't when her sweet yet spicy perfume is still in the air as if she was still sat next to me.
Falling out the car like an idiot thanking god that no one was around, I slam the car door making sure none of her perfume can seep into my brain and messing with my thoughts anymore.
"Ummm I'm sorry for everything I've done..." I rehearsed while making hand jesters as I walk up the pathway nearing the door. "What have I done exactly?" I reasoned with myself when I've stop right in front of the door, the bass from the music running through my body.
Shaking my head and reaching for the knob, the door swings open automatically to a drunken couple. The girl looks totally wasted and a slut with the clothes that don't even cover her hanging boobs and arse as her arm drapes around the guys neck with his hands wrapped around her waist to keep her upright and supported as they push passed me. Nice. Someone's going to be waking up full of regret. Hopefully it's not me as well.
Walking into the house a strong whiff of sweat and vodka floats around the air making me wanna gag. Why am I feeling like this today of all days? I've been to like thousands of parties. Maybe it's mixed with nervousness knowing Echo's somewhere in the sea of hormonal teenagers. Stop! Just find Echo, tell her your sorry without any emotion so she knows your not into her like that and leave before you throw up. I repeated as I push through the crowd.
Making it to the kitchen all sweaty from both the crowd and the heat within my clothes.
Happy with my now dry leather jacket, I throw the damp tissues to the kitchen table not giving a fuck about making a mess. Tissues will be the least of there worries after tonight.
Thinking I was alone about to repeat my speech to myself again a cough fills the tense air. I look up to seeing Sophie, I think, in the corner of the kitchen on her phone. Taking a second glance I choose to ignore her and start up my quest to find Echo.
Just as I was about out the door way a pictured image of Echo's first day at lunch when she stood up for Sophie came to mind. She probably has seen her.
Casually strolling back and leaning on the counter "hey! Sophie right?"
"That's my name"
"Yeh it is. Anyways have you seen Echo around by any chance" getting right to the point and giving her a small smile.
"Ummm.. Yeh you just missed her. She went into the backyard with that dickhead Harry" she looked up and to meet my eye moments later she was immersed into her phone again. Harry? Should of known he would try to make move on her.
"Ok thanks." Rushing out the kitchen, stopping and turning back to her "thank you. your not so bad"
"Ummm thanks...?" She smiled
"I'll see you around" I chuckle.
Opening the door to the backyard I spot Echo on the bench as Harry paced in front of her. I have no right to be jealous or interrupt them so I stay quiet making sure they don't see me as I hide behind the trees.
A few minutes have only passed and I'm feeling restless. What can Harry possible be feeding her? She hasn't even said a word as his mouth keeps opening and opening.
Battling with myself I decide to confront both of them when my world shatters into a million pieces as her lips pressed to his. Kissing, Harry opens his eyes and meets mine knowing and saying that I'm a loser and that he won.
Stop it Zayn Stop! Walk away before they see you. Well Echo sees you. I think my feet comprehend myself before my head knew I was walking away.
I shouldn't be feeling these things! I shouldn't! Is it cheating to be jealous and dream about being with someone else? Is it?
Fuck it! I'm getting a drink!
Echo POV:
Pulling away both of us breathless I comprehend what I just did. Was it really me that wanted to kiss him or is it the alcohol controlling me?
A few minutes has passed when our breathing finally evened out, I stood up on shaky legs and decided to power on not caring how I looked.
Taking my second step a pair of arms wrapped around my waist not letting me take another step.
"Whoooo. We're are you going?" He whispered into my ear.
"Home. I nee.. need to get home" I stuttered feeling really nervous "I got a lot of work to do"
"Ohh baby, please don't go" he pouted as I turned around to face him while pulling lightly on his jacket.
"Night Harry" I need to get away from him before I do something I'll very well regret.
It feels like I'm his puppet and the alcohol in my system is making it harder to resist his needs. I can't and won't.
"Let me take you home" he offered. And I quietly denied and was walking away from him before I do something I'll never live down. Not to people but myself.
I need to find Zayn.
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