Someone Else's Fairytale (Zayn Malik)

Chapter 23: Someone Else's Native Language

Chapter 23: Someone Else's Native Language

I woke up much earlier than I was used to considering it was the sun that woke me up and not Kadence. I sat up and rubbed my eyes then stretched my arms out and popped my back. Yawning, I stood up and walked inside to see Kadence already awake and drinking a cup of tea.

“Good morning,” Kadence said cheerily.

“Ugh, you’re too happy,” I groaned playfully.

“So how was your night?” Kadence asked me with a smile.

“Oh it was good,” I said, reaching past her to get some milk from the fridge.

I saw her tense before she took a step closer and asked again, “It was good?”

I narrowed my eyes at her and said warily, “Yeah, that’s what I just said.”

“Dakota!” she cried out. “You were drinking last night. Weren’t you?”

I rolled my eyes, poured my milk, and said, “So what if I was?”

“You shouldn’t be doing that!” she shouted, making me jump and spill my milk.

“¡Mierda! (Shit!)” I cursed under my breath and then muttered, “Settle down, it was only a little, and you made me spill my milk. My drinking didn't hurt anyone.”

“It obviously wasn’t a little!” she argued. “You reek of vodka!”

I got angry really fast and burst out, “¡Oh mi Dios era solo un poco de alcohol! ¿Por qué tiene que reaccionar de forma exagerada? (Oh my God it was just a little alcohol! Why do you have to overreact?)”

She furrowed her eyebrows at me and said, “You better not be cussing me out this is serious!”

“¡No estoy maldiciendo a tu! ¡Estoy frustrada! (I'm not cussing at you! I'm frustrated!)” I sighed exasperatedly.

“Your argument isn’t working because I can’t understand a single thing you’re saying!” she groaned.

“¡Siempre tratas me como a un niño, pero somos la misma edad! (You always treat me like a child, but we're the same age!),” I shouted before storming out of the kitchen.

I kept on muttering in Spanish to myself as I walked into the living room, “Molesta, estúpida, poco… (Annoying, stupid, little...) Conseguiendo en mi negocio… (Getting in my business...) Todo es culpa de ella de todos modos… (It's all her fault anyway...)”

Someone tapped me on the shoulder, and I turned around and screamed, “¡Déjame en paz! (Leave me alone!)”

I gasped though when I saw it was just a now extremely freaked out Niall.

“¡Arrepentido! (Sorry!)” I said, then cleared my throat and said, “I mean, sorry. You, uh, caught me at a bad time.”

“What’s got you riled up?” he asked.

My blood boiled as I remembered the things Kadence said about my dad, but then I sighed, knowing that being angry was pointless, and said, “It’s nothing, Kadence just isn’t too fond of my drinking.”

“It doesn’t seem like nothing,” he said. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I said it’s nothing Niall. I don't want to talk about it,” I snapped.

He frowned slightly and said, “Okay, well I’m just going to get some breakfast.”

My heart dropped a bit. Now I had hurt Niall just because I was upset. My attention was quickly turned to the staircase though when I heard footsteps. It was Zayn, still scruffy from sleeping but wide eyed from what he probably heard. Great. Was everyone going to confront me about my yelling? Why couldn't I have a nice, juicy argument and not be interrogated?