Won't Stop -sequel- to: Living with my bully

Chapter 4~ Favors / Anger

Pierce on the side->

*Zayn POV*

"Hey Scott." I answered my phone.

"Did you just wake up?"

"More like fell off the couch, and my phone started ringing."

He chuckled. "Why didn't you come to my house. I thought you were sleeping over here?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well. I was expecting you, but you never came. I thought you were in trouble, so I-"

"Wait I- I mean, Pierce called you, and told you I wasn't coming." I explained.

"No, actually, no one called me and told me that."

Pierce you're so in trouble.

"Well, switching to another subject... What do you need? I was going to tell you something about the fight tonight, but now it's in the back of my mind."

"Oh yea, I need you to do me a favor-"

"No."

"Oh c'mon Zayn. Why not?"

"Well, maybe it's because of the last three favors, I done for you. I always got hurt."

"No you didn't! The last time you came in one piece."

"Yea, but my arm came in two."

"Zayn. I'm going to beg." He threatened.

Oh sh*t.

"Scott, really don't please."

"Zayn I'm warning you."

"What is the favor?'

"Will, you do it?"

"I need to know what it is first." I rolled my eyes.

"No, because you won't do it."

"You're stupid."

"Fine. I'm going to beg."

And I hung up. "Pierce!" I shouted.

No answer. Perfect.

But first I have to brush my teeth, shave, take a piss, and shower. Not in that order exactly.

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"Zayn! Zayn! Zayn! I'm going to shave all of your hair!"

I tried to hold in my laugh.

I was currently behind the couch. Hiding from Pierce.

Why?

I dyed his hair pink. It was an old prank, but still a classic.

"Why did you do this?!" I heard him shout, and he was right in front of the couch.

I couldn't control it any longer. I burst out into a roar of a laugh.

"Do what?" I coughed, still laughing. "Nice hair by the way."

"I'll get you back for this!" He threatened and then walked away swearing, and groaning.

I grinned. I have never pissed off Pierce this badly, and I'm going to have fun with it.

"Pierce! Pierce!" I shouted.

"What?" he groaned coming back to the living room, with a plate full of food, in one hand, and the other with a Pepsi.

"Why did you dye your hair?"

"Shut the f*ck up." He started drinking his Pepsi.

So I, quickly put my hand under the can, and pushed it up. Spilling it all over him.