Vulnerable (Zayn Malik AU)

Chapter 18

*two weeks later*

Naaaaants ingonyama bagithi Baba,
Sithi uhm ingonyama


"Uuuuugh." I cried out, ignoring the urge to throw my phone at the wall. "Wake up." I turned to Zayn, giving him a nudge.

"Turn that off!" He growled, covering his head with his pillow. Yes, his pillow. He brought two of his over to my house, and took one of mine over to his house. Lilly scorned me for moving too fast, but there was nothing slow about Zayn. Only how long he waited to get me in bed. I was starting to think that would never happen.

"Get. Up." I barked as I slid my phone open, shutting it off.

"Why do we have to go to school anyway? It's Halloween for fucks sake."

"Ok, watch your mouth. And, that's rich coming from someone who doesn't y\usually celebrate." I got up and began to change, ignoring the fact that I wasn't alone. That's how it was with Lilly. She didn't mind, so Zayn shouldn't have either. But he did, rolling over immediately burying his face into the mattress.

"Can we skip?" He whined.

"Is your mom seriously ok with that? I mean, my dad clears things no problem, does your mom?"

"Yeah, she doesn't mind." He rolled back over. "Plus I'll be 18 in two months anyway, so..." He shrugged.

"Let me run upstairs." I sighed.

Trudging down the hall and up to my dads room, I was already tired of the jeans I had put on. Staying home didn't sound too bad. Once I reached the top of the steps, I glanced into the man cave, finding it vacant. When I arrived at my fathers room, I could tell he wasn't alone by the giggling on the other side of the door, but I gave it a knock anyway.

The sound stopped and I was able to hear some rustling get louder.

"Morning, sweetie." My dad said as he opened the door in nothing but a robe.

"Hey. How was work?" I asked leaning against the wall behind me, trying to escape the smell of alcohol on his breath.

"Uh...it was alright. Did you just come up for a chat or..?"

"No."

"What do you need then, I'm a bit busy." He nodded toward his company.

"I need a note for school. I'm taking it Monday morning, so don't put today's date..."

"You skipping?" He raised his eyebrows.

"Yeah."

"With the dweeb?" I didn't answer him. "I know that boy has been staying here, Daisy."

"Okay? At least I know my company's name." I raised my eyebrows, mimicking him.

"I know her name! It's...Alicia? Alyson? Ok whatever. Not like I have much to worry about."

"And what's that supposed to mean?"

"He's a dweeb...they don't make moves." He laughed.

"Next time you call him that I'm kicking your butt."

"Ooh. Scary." He waved his hands.

"Just write the note."

"Not with that attitude." He crossed his arms.

"Dude, really?" I didn't have the energy for him. "When you're done with your guest, do your only daughter a damn favor and write me a note."

"Sure thing, honey." He kissed my forehead. "Love you."

"Love you too." I sighed. "Goodnight."

I turned away, walking back down the stairs and hearing his door shut after my departure. As I entered my room I didn't even bother to tell Zayn the news. It was obvious as I took my clothes off and put on a sports bra and spandex.

"I take it we're staying?" He asked as I crawled back into bed, turning off my lamp.

"Mhmm." He pulled me close, my back to his chest. "But we have to go to the store later and get costumes. And I need a couple personal things."

"Oh, that 'time'?" He laughed.

"Excuse me, sir. That time of the month was last week, and you didn't even know."

"Really?!" He sat up a bit. "I thought girls got all emotional and complainy."

"First of all, that's not a word. Second, I probably did. You just ignored it."

"I'd never ignore you, babe." He buried his chin into my neck. "What do you need then?"

"I need new underwear." I barely mumbled the embarrassing details of my shopping list. "And I'm stressing about those stupid costumes. Why didn't they come on time? Didn't they ship like a week ago?"

"Yeah, they did." I was thankful he didn't spend any time on my needs. "I don't know what's going on with that."



•••••



"Wake up." I felt a hand on my stomach, gently caressing circles onto my bare skin. "C'mon, babe. I've gotten a text from my mum."

"Saying what?" My voice cracked, but I rolled over, fully awake at the news. I'm finally gonna meet his mom, I thought. What do I wear? Is she stuck up...oh my god she's gonna hate me. My mind went rampant.

"Our suits showed up. She signed for them."

"Really?! Let's go get them!" I jumped out of bed put on my jeans, pulled a loose tee over my head,  and slipping on my nikes. "Wait....should I dress nicer? I don't want your mom to think I'm some dirty hobo or something." I grabbed my phone and tucked it into my back pocket.

"You definitely don't look like a hobo." He laughed as he pulled his pants up. "But she won't be there."

"Are you kidding me." I groaned and he shook his head. "You don't want me to meet her, do you? You're doing this on purpose."

"She had to go to work, babe!" He laughed.

"CONVENIENT." I scoffed.

"Let's go, crazy." He laughed again and pulled me after him.

"Ope! My key." I turned to get it, but then remembered Lilly's key was still in the bowl. "Here. Hook this to your lanyard."

I walked outside first and Zayn took it upon himself to lock the door with his new key.

"I quite like that." He chuckled, twirling his keys.

I smiled at his excitement and turned to the car. It was so cute how happy he looked with just a simple key. And, to add on to the butterflies in my stomach, the way he opened the car door for me just warmed my heart to the core.

We got to his house, and just as he said, his mother was gone. Our package was waiting for us on the kitchen island, unopened. Zayn went to it immediately, ripping it open without scissors or a knife.

"Wanna try them on now?" He asked holding up the two suits.

"Yes!" I grabbed the white one from his hand and ran to the bathroom.

Hopefully my boobs don't look this bad with a real bra...god that panty line has to go...how am I supposed to tuck all of my hair into this hood?! I wasn't very happy with how my costume looked on me.

"Babe, how does yours look?" Zayn called from outside the door. I quickly pulled it off and got re-dressed.

"You'll have to wait and see." I said, opening the door.

"What! C'mon!" It sounded like Zayn, but the figure before me was more of a childhood dream than my boring ol' boyfriend.

"Oh my gosh!" I laughed. "You look awesome!" I walked around him, admiring the way every bit of his body looked in the suit. I could see his boxer lines, but that wasn't half as embarrassing for guys as it was for girls. Plus, it wasn't too noticeable considering his suit was black.

"Wish I could say the same." He pulled the hood off and scowled at me.

"What are you gonna do about your hair? You can't let it stand up the whole time, it looks funny in the hood."

"Well if I put it flat, I'm not gonna take this hood off all night."

"I have to find a way to hide my hair too, so I'm sure well both be keeping our hoods on." I laughed.

"Seeing a lot of problems with these suits." He laughed.

"What else?"

"The touch screen on my phone doesn't work through the material."

"Then we won't need our phones tonight will we." I laughed.

"Guess not. I really wish these had pockets though." He continued to complain.

"We're gonna look the best so I'm ok with it." We both laughed.

"Alright let's get going then."

"...Are you gonna change?" I asked, hesitant.

"What, you don't wanna be seen at the store with a power ranger?" He teased and I raised my eyebrows. "Whatever. Suit yourself." He laughed. "No pun intended."



••••••



After dragging Zayn away from the candy isle, we were able to escape with only a large bag of Twix and some Reese's. He wanted more, but he's a child so I walked away hoping he'd follow - which of course he did.

We reached women's clothing, and I had began to grab some random pairs of boyshorts and a couple new tank tops. Zayn grabbed some new socks and boxers for himself. We argued about matching pajama pants for a good ten minutes before we decided it didn't have to be the same superhero to still match. He got batman, and I got superman. The battle on which one is better was pushed to another day. A battle he would always lose.

I made it to the bra isle, touching over a few before just grabbing at random.

"You don't need to try them on?" He asked.

"Nope. I know my size." I laughed. "But if it will put your mind at ease..." I reached into the basket and wrapped the bras around my torso, making sure they were right. "Yup. All good." I would've thought he was flirting and trying to get me into a dressing room, but considering he isn't even comfortable watching me change in the comfort of my own home, I knew he was just being thorough.

"Let's go then. I don't like this section."

"Uh...I'm not done." I blushed. "Just stand here with the cart."

I walked over to the underwear, grabbing a couple thongs, the blush on my cheeks inevitable. I tried to throw them into the cart without Zayn making a deal of it, but the look on his face told me that wasn't going to happen.

"What...what do you need those for?"

"I can't have my panty line showing in my suit tonight..."

"Why does it matter?" He asked.

"It..it just doesn't look good ok? Trust me."

"I don't see the big deal. Your bum still looks great...line or not." Boys don't get it.

"Well, I'm not gonna have a line, ok?"

He shrugged in defeat and we moved to the front to check out. We almost made it to the car before he opened the candy....almost.

"Are you hungry?" I asked and he nodded. "Really? We just ate back at your house." He shrugged. "Wanna get some grub?" He laughed as we placed the bags into the backseat.

"Yeah, actually. What do you want?"

"Babe...I really don't care."

"Lunch date?" He smiled.

"I feel like we're just on the longest date ever." I laughed.

"What do you mean?"

"We never leave each other's sides...its just like one long date."

"No it's not." He got defensive. "I'll show you the difference."

"No! I was just kidding! I know your dates are different."

"Nope. You're right. Even our dates weren't very fancy. I'll fix that."

"Ugh." I groaned.

"But for now...lunch date." He pulled out of the parking lot.

We ended up at a little Italian restaurant that I most definitely wasn't dressed for. But, to be fair, I dressed for a quick Walmart trip. Not a lunch date.

By the time we returned to my house, it was about 5. Our lunch was late, considering we had breakfast at 1 o'clock. Unconventional was our thing.

We spent an hour just playing video games before Zayn got up to shower. I denied the offer to bring toiletries over to his house, but he definitely brought his own over here. Any time we went a bit further...Lilly's voice was in the back of my head, viciously nagging that we were moving too fast.

I had half a mind to join him in the shower because I needed one too, but I knew he'd only freak out and probably get out without even finishing rinsing his hair. Lucky for him, he was out before I could to go in or not.

I followed after him, stalling in the shower as I let any stressful thoughts I had run off of my shoulders and down the drain with the steaming hot water.

I hope it's not awkward with Franky like it has been in class.

Maybe I'll get lucky and Christian won't be there.

If Kendall so much as looks at me or Zayn I may have to kill her.

The night was already playing out in my head. A bunch of rude stares and handsy attempts on Kendall's behalf.

I don't know how long was in there. All I know is the water went cold, so I decided to come out. I mean, I could've just grown accustomed to the temperature, but I had just shaved and I wasn't trying to get goosebumps.

Normally I don't even shower until right before bed, but I decided the only way to fit my hair into my suit was to straighten it.

I went to my room, struggling to put my bra onto my wet skin, and putting on one of my new thongs. For Zayns sake, I put on some pajama shorts as well, just to get ready in. Usually when I'm alone I get ready in just bra and underwear, but I really don't think thongs should be considered as underwear. More of just... fancy string.

I went back to the bathroom to blow dry my hair as flat as possible as my straightener heated up.

"No curls?" Zayn asked from the door.

"They don't fit into the hood of my suit." I laughed and turned off the blow drier.

"Makes sense." He smiled. I was surprised with how well he was taking my bare skin. I had no shirt on, and he was calm. A vast contrast to his usual, nervous self.

"Nice hair." I said, fluffing the flat, black bangs that covered his forehead.

"It looks bad, doesn't it." He pouted staring into he mirror, trying to salvage any style possible.

"It's workable." I smiled and reached into the cupboard for a bottle of mousse. I lathered up, ruffling it into his hair. It was flat enough to go unnoticed in his suit, yet stylish enough to have the hood off if needed.

"Well thank you." He laughed, examining my work. "How long 'til you're ready, babe?"

"About thirty minutes...time check?"

"It's 8."

Jeez. How long was I in the shower? I thought to myself.

"Ok. Yeah, thirty minutes or so." I gave him a short kiss.

"I'm gonna run and get some food for dinner, then." He kissed me, a bit longer than I did him, but it was just right. It was the kind of kiss that didn't need to be followed with a 'goodbye'. It was a farewell in itself.

We parted ways and I returned to the mirror, taking a good twenty minutes to straighten my hair, dispute the fact that it was already blown straight. Once my hair was as flat as possible, I retreated to my room.

I pulled my hair back loosely - enough to keep my hair out of the way, but not enough to leave a crease. I began with concealer, then foundation, followed by compact powder. I debated on what eyeliner to wear, considering my white ensemble, but decided to go with black liner, accompanied by some white eyeshadow in the corner of my eyes. It was subtle, but it made my eyes pop. I glanced at the blush my mom bought me years ago, considering it. I'd only worn it once, and I had to burn all of the pictures because I looked like a clown. I blush enough on my own that it even glows through my makeup, so I chose against it.

I heard Zayn come back through the door, and decided it was time to give up on my face and throw on my suit.

My hair was flat down my back, strategically being slid into the white material. I was happy to see it wasn't even slightly noticeable. Same thing with my panty line: visually nonexistent. I pulled my hood on and examined myself. I was more than pleased to see my boobs looked better in an actual bra.

I pulled a couple ninja stances, trying to look as powerful as possible. What's a power ranger without cool moves, right?

After laughing at how ridiculous I looked in the mirror, I finally went out to greet Zayn.

"HA!" I yelled jumping into the kitchen, feeling like a Kung fu master.

"Shit! You scared the hell out of me!" He laughed, his hand over his heart. "Wow. You look way better than I do in that thing." He pulled me in. "Take the hood off." He growled, placing his forehead onto mine. "Babe." I shook my head. "Dais." The butterflies in my stomach went against me, and I complied, removing my hood.

His lips met mine in an instant, making the butterflies in my stomach spread. His hands were leaving goosebumps in their path as they traveled down my back, ending at what I had come to know as his favorite feature.

"Where's your suit?" I asked, pulling back.

"I wasn't going to McDonalds in a power ranger suit, Dais." He laughed.

"Why not?! Do you know how funny that'd be! Plus it's Halloween. They've probably already gotten tons of weird things coming through."

"I guess. I don't know. I'm just not...I don't wanna be that guy."

"Well you're lame." I stepped away from him and noticed what he had done. There was a set of candles spread onto my table, surrounded by my usual order from McD's, and something for himself. "What's this?" I asked, stifling laugh.

"Dinner, love." He smiled widely. "Too cheesy?"

"Nope. Just cheesy enough." I laughed and kissed his cheek.

After our lovely meal, it was nearly 9. We still had at least an hour to kill, so we decided to play some more Xbox. I got really frustrated, because Zayn actually beat me for once. He denied every comment I made about how he had practiced, but we both knew the truth. Little sucker played nonstop just to beat me.

It was nearing ten when we decided to get up. We used the restroom one last time for good measure and I checked my makeup before I tucked my hair back into my suit. I decided to wear white vans over the feet of my suit, and Zayn wore black ones. I wanted my docs, but Zayn was right...they didn't really match. No shoes matched. We should've ordered some boots.

I waited until we pulled onto Franky's street to put my hood on, as did Zayn. As expected, the street was full. The music in our car was off, yet our car was pounding with bass. I wondered how he never got in trouble for the noise, but then I remembered I had never technically stayed long for one of the infamous ragers.

Zayn parked around the corner, a bit further than usual. He turned the car off and put his lanyard around his neck, then ran around to open my door.

"We should've taken the motorcycle." I said as I hooked arms with Zayn.

"You didn't say anything!" He laughed.

"Yeah, but how cool would that look: two power rangers pulling up on a motorcycle."

"Pretty cool." I could see the smirk in my head, even though his face was covered.

As we approached the house, the music pounded even louder than it had when we drove by. We were no longer protected by the hard exterior of a car. My heart was pounding in sync with the loud thuds of the bass as we crossed the lawn, going into the main house.

I knew what - or rather who - was in the garage, and I didn't care to see them just yet.

"Do you want a drink?" Zayn shouted over the music.

"Water if you can find it!" He nodded and went to the kitchen. I wandered a bit awkwardly, examining the other party-goers. A group of girls appeared incredibly drunk, despite the time. They would have to have been there hours before to be as sloppy as they came off. It was pathetic, really.

"If I had an ass like that I'd never sit down." I heard someone growl behind me. "Damn, girl." I realized the crude comments were directed toward me, and instantly went on defense mode.

"Excuse me!" I screamed, ready to release any amount of fury needed, until I saw who the douchebag was.

"C'mon, aren't you gonna show me who's behind the mask?" The smirk I once found charming was now accompanied with hauntingly blue eyes.

"Mik?"

"Uh...." His eyebrows crossed. "Who are you?"

"There a problem?" My savior arrived with a bottle of water. "Here you go, babe."

"No, no problem. Just complimenting the outfit. You both look dope." He smiled.

"Thanks, mate." Zayn said, wrapping his arm around my shoulders.

"Happy Halloween." Mik waved and retreated to the front of the house.

"Was he bothering you?" Zayn pulled his hood off to take a sip of his water.

"Yeah, but it's all good."

"Want me to handle it?"

"You already did." I laughed and pulled my hood off as well. "But thank you." I gave him a small kiss and pulled my hair from my suit.

"I'm gonna go look for some people." Zayn said and kissed me on the cheek. "Be back, babe."

And I was back to standing awkwardly yet again. I leaned against a vacant wall and surveyed the stereotypical crowd. Every girl was wearing something that exposed too much skin: legs, stomach, breasts, or butts. Some of them all of the above. I understand Halloween is the time of year to be something other than yourself, but I couldn't help feeling like that wasn't the way to go.

The boys in the room were all similar too. Not really pulling off the 'I didn't care enough to dress up look'. Their costumes were sloppy. Some of the varsity football players were just wearing their uniforms. Very original.

Half of the boys weren't even dressed up. Just wearing jeans and a t-shirt. One guy looked like maybe he was trying for K-Fed with his Ed Hardy ensemble, but he - just like every other boy - failed miserably. If there were a costume contest, Zayn and I would've won for sure.

"Hey, stranger." I jumped as Lilly poked my side.

"Hey, Lil." I gave her a hug.

"Where's the hawk?" She teased.

"You and Zayn with your stupid nicknames." I laughed.

"What nicknames does he use?"

"Nothing. Nevermind." I laughed again.

"Whatever. Did you hear?!" She shook my arm. "I'm officially off the market." She grinned.

"Oh really? By who?" I was excited for her.

"Mik! Who else?" She laughed.

"Uh..." I took a swig of my water. "Lilly... I don't trust that guy." I said flatly.

"Why? You don't even know him, Daisy."

"Well apparently neither do you..."

"What's that supposed to mean?" She crossed her arms.

She only gets like this when she cares about someone...tread lightly, Daisy. I reminded myself.

"He hit on me earlier." I said. "Well he didn't know it was me, I had my mask on, but still. He hit on me."

"You had your mask on? Convenient. Maybe this mask needs better eye holes, because Mik wouldn't do that." She stormed off. That's my bestfriend, alright. Defensive and caring toward the undeserving. I shook my head.

I decided to go in the opposite direction from where she did, and head into the garage. The room was filled with so much smoke it immediately overcame my senses. Like I had walked straight into a wall, my body just stopped.

"Hey, Daisy!" Franky cheered.

"Uh...hi." I was still careful around him.

"We were just talking about playing some beer pong. Wanna play?"

"I don't drink." I warned.

"Scared you're gonna lose, Toomey?" A rather full of herself Kendall asked from the couch.

"Oh, sorry. I didn't see you there. You're so transparent." I acted amazed.

"Funny." She scoffed.

"So whataya say? You and Frankster versus me and Kendall?" I turned to see Christian with a bag of cups and some ping pong balls.

I took in his outfit and realized that he and Kendall were matching. Cop and prisoner. He was wearing a full, navy blue uniform, and she was wearing was was supposed to be an orange jumpsuit...but was more of a bikini and mini-skirt. The exact costume I mocked. I laughed at the irony.

"She doesn't want to, hun. Too chicken." She said and stood beside him. Hun? So Kendall and Christian are a thing? Oh that's gold.

"She doesn't have to if she doesn't want to." Franky stood. His mixed signals had my mind in knots.

"Fine." I said and stood beside Franky. "Explain this to me." Embarrassingly enough I had never even seen someone play ping pong.

"We take turns throwing ping pong balls into cups. If they make it, you drink that cup and vice versa. You can bounce the ball, or just straight up throw it and hope it lands in their cup." Franky said.

"Ok...whats the object of the game?"

"Get them more drunk than you." He laughed. "Just kidding. Well, sorta. You wanna empty out all of their cups first."

"You're doing all of the drinking." I said.

"Whatever." He shrugged.

Christian and Franky set up the table, filling up each red plastic cup about a quarter of the way and placing them in triangular form. Franky took the first shot, bouncing the ball and landing it into the center of what I like to call 'Chrendall's triangle'. Such a lovely couple name.

Christian took the first cup, chugging the beer down, then prepared for his turn. He steadied himself, really preparing his throw, then released the ball, not even bouncing it. It landed right in the first cup of our triangle. Franky drank it effortlessly then handed me the ball.

I followed Frankys actions and bounced the ball to the center of the table, but I followed too closely. The ball landed right where his did, in the vacant spot of what used to be a cup, then bounced to the floor. Christian caught it after maybe three bounces, then handed it off to Kendall.

Without even a wipe of her skirt, she released the ball, bouncing it off of the table and into the center of our triangle. Franky retrieved the cup and drank it. This can't be sanitary. I shivered.

Franky pulled the ball from the cup, then bounced it, landing another cup. Kendall drank it this time.

Christian took a shot, but missed. I caught the ball before it hit the ground and became any more contaminated. I decided to try a different method. Instead of bouncing off of the center of the table, I lightly tossed the ball and had it bounce just before the cups, causing it to roll right in.

"Yes!" Franky cheered and went for a fist bump, which I returned awkwardly, a blush arriving to my cheeks.

Kendall went for her shot, but missed. I grew incredibly happy thanks to the smug look on her face. Franky shot again, taking out the corner of the triangle. This back and forth went on for awhile, until Chrendall was down to two cups, and we were down to four. From what I knew, we were winning - no thanks to Franky. I may not be good at sports, but I'm definitely good at the crap that doesn't matter.

I made the second to last cup, earning another 'bro tap' from Franky. Kendall took her throw and made it.

"Please drink this one. I'm dying...here." Franky was interrupted by his own burp.

I looked at the cup, it was a bit more filled than the others, and all I could imagine was how dirty that ball was thanks to Chrendall's terrible aim. I was hesitating for sure. How bad can a little be, right? Just plug your nose... Fear Factor style. I thought.

I grabbed the cup and took a deep breath. Despite my plugged nose, the beer was awful as it ran down my throat. The after taste was even worse. My tongue flew out of my mouth as I made an unattractive sound of disgust.

"It's definitely an acquired taste." Franky laughed.

"Yuck." I shook my head and took the ball out of the now empty cup, handing it to Franky. Of course he missed.

Christian caught the ball before it hit the ground, and made his shot all in one movement. I looked at Franky and his face was pleading. I repeated my actions and gulped down the dirty liquid making a mental note to go gargle some mouthwash.

I retrieved the ball and took aim, landing my last shot right into the cup. The crowd that had gathered began to cheer and shout as Christian chugged the final cup, resembling our win. I was ecstatic, but at the same time, my stomach was rumbling.

I excused myself, figuring I just needed some fresh air. Despite the raised garage and open door, it was still much too smoky in there.

I rounded the house, standing on the sidewalk for a moment, slowly pacing back and forth.

"You ok?"

"Uh...yeah." I turned to see Mik standing on the grass.

"So you're the white power ranger." He smirked. "Wouldn't have guessed that." I noticed his attire.

"You matching Lilly?"

"Yeah. I'm a basketball player, she's the ref. Thought I'd do the poor girl a favor." He shrugged.

"Poor girl? You shouldn't talk about your girlfriend like that."

"Ha! I wouldn't. She's not my girlfriend." He stepped a bit closer.

"Uh huh. Listen, I know a lot about Lilly, and if there's one thing she wouldn't lie about, it's having a boyfriend."

"Well she must've. Because I'm as single as ever." No. I know Lilly. She admits when she likes a guy, she tells you how bad she wants him, she has no shame. She wouldn't lie about dating a guy.

"Well I'm not. So back off." I put my hand up.

"Come on, Daisy. You're hot, I'm hot. Don't deny yourself the pleasure." He pulled my hand onto his chest and forced his lips to mine, his hand clutching my hair.

No matter how much I pulled back, he was too strong. He released my hand and grabbed my butt. The action infuriated me to the core. I pushed him back, but before I could deliver the punch he deserved, someone stepped in.

With one shot, Mik was on the floor, and Zayn was breathing hard through his mask. Without so much as a word, he grabbed my hand and dragged me behind him. At least I stayed for over an hour this time, right? I tried to find the humor in the situation.

We made it to the car, and Zayn still hadn't spoke. I took it upon myself. "Thank you..." I whispered. Nothing. I removed his mask, but he didn't look at me. Just focused on the steering wheel. "Babe?" I couldn't read him. He looked sad, yet furious all at once.

He pulled his lanyard over his head and started the car. We made it all the way to my house and he still said nothing.

"Are you just gonna ignore me..." He reached down to his lanyard and detached a key, handing it to me. My house key. "You're not coming in?" He was still silent. "Please talk to me..babe...." His hands tightened on the steering wheel. "Goodnight." I kissed his cheek. "I love you."

I got out of the car, and before I even made it halfway to the door, he pulled off. He didn't wait for me to get inside. He didn't care.