A/N: A Quick note reminding you guys that this story is for a competition and the competition requires for all the characters in "D-D-Did I stutter" to be included. So I have to make the characters EXACTLY like they are in "D-D-Did I stutter"
I've spoken to the author and she has given me her consent to write it so please don't question me.
Anyways on a brighter note: DON'T PLAY THE SONG I PUT HERE UNTIL IT TELLS YOU TOO! :') its such a good song sang by a such a good artist!
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"Zayn! Honey your soaked, why did it take you so long to get back?" My mother asked, worried.
I didn't feel like talking so I shrugged it off and walked towards my room, expecting the worse. I grabbed the handle of my door and gently pulled on it, opening the door ever so slightly, I pressed my face on to the door and allowed one of my eyes to peek through the small gap I had created. My thoughts were suddenly brought to reality as I watched Hayleigh lie in Niall's arms snuggled up together, their bodies were like puzzle pieces that smoothly fit together. My chest constricted and I pulled away before I let my anger get the better of me and I storm in there, grab Hayleigh of Niall and pushed her out the window which, coincidentally, was right next to the bed and the height of the fall, if pushed correctly, would dispose of her life. Unfortunately: according to the law, that is illegal and I would be jailed for such actions. So I went into the bathroom instead and took off my soaking wet clothes, walking over to the sink I opened the cabinet and pulled out the hair drier. I plugged it into the socket and stared at my reflection in the mirror. My raven black hair was still flat upon my face, I was rather skinny but I had some muscle on my stomach there was at least a four pack there. One day it'll be a six pack, I'm quite religious when it comes to the body and believe that it is a home and just like one we must look after it. I don't drink anything either than orange juice or water and I make sure that my meals are always balanced. I let out a sigh and forced myself to look away from the mirror and stared at the tiled walls of my bathroom. No matter what I do with myself, Niall will never, ever, find me attractive. I finally turned on the blow drier and began to dry my hair, combing it certain ways. I reopened the cabinet and this time pulled out some hair wax and began to work some of the substance into my hair before blow drying again until it was in a quiff once more. I took some hairspray and sprayed it over my hair to make sure it will remain in that position. I turned it off and began to work my hair with my hands using my reflection as my guide. Once I was happy with myself I left the bathroom, making sure to tidy my mess up first, and ran down the stairs into the laundry room. I opened the tumble drier and pulled out a plain white T-shirt and black Skinny jeans, ironing them after to remove the creases before putting them on, the warmth from the iron still lingered on and felt bliss upon my tanned skin.
"There you are... How long have you been back?" A voice came from behind me and I turned to see Savannah, arms crossed, glaring at me which said 'Don't you dare lie to me Zayn Malik or else I will bitch slap you so hard your face bleeds.'
"Half an hour at best." I replied not even bothering an attempt to lie.
"Then why didn't you make your presence known to us? You left me with Niall and that bitch who cannot sit still or even shut up for five minutes. I know she has ADHD but for crying out loud she can at least make an effort to watch the movie! I mean how can you talk during "The Notebook" when Ryan Gosling is on?!" Savannah complained and my heart stopped beating. They were watching "The Notebook" while being in an intimate position... Niall's never done that before. I'm seriously beginning to doubt whether Savannah is right about her being 'another girl'.
Savannah must have noticed my discomfort as she walked up to me and hugged me.
"You saw... didn't you?" She asked, staring in to my eyes, full of sympathy.
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