Differences

chapter 14

Chapter 14

Niall’s POV

Zayn, Liam, and Jazmine glare at me, they all look extremely pissed. “What the hell did you do Niall?” Jazmine shouts at me. Her fists were clinched to her sides, she sure has been watching Louis and I fight a lot. “I did nothing”. I exclaim. I honestly felt like shit I mean she just got up and left.

 She left me clueless and stranded with people to yell at me. “Bullshit Niall you always fuck up”. Liam Spat. Liam’s words made me feel like shit and I felt like I ruined so much stuff. I mean I was the reason Aubrey and Brandon broke up. The reason my big brother was in the hospital. This is my entire fault. I stand from the group and rush into the restroom.

Tears fell from my eyes; I wasn’t the type to keep in my anger. My weeps were painful and regretful. I could hear the others making there rude remarks. I stood in front of the mirror staring myself directly in the eyes. My hands resting on the counters; balancing out my weight.

There was a small tap on the door before it opened. To my surprise it was Jazmine saying goodbye. She informed me that Liam, Zayn, and she were leaving to give me time to think. I muffled goodbye hoping she could hear me. She gave me a sympathetic smile and quickly exits the bathroom.

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I stared at the ceiling hoping no one would walk in. I thought over everything and began to write. My every feeling, thoughts, advice; was in this journal. My mum always taught me to write my feelings down instead of being aggressive. My mum and father were still out of town on their long trip.  I put the pen in between my teeth as I think about what I should write.” Shall our hearts be forever intertwined”.

I quoted. I finish the last bits of my journal entry dating it and signing it. My cellphone was now buzzing in my pocket. I look at the user ID and I see it’s harry and I pick up the phone.

“Hello”. I said

“Yeah hey Niall uhm you know Louis in the hospital”. Harry muffles.

“Yeah I know; we visited him earlier”. I said.

“Oh okay well I got to go bye Niall”. Harry says while hanging up.

I set my phone on my nightstand and continue writing in my journal.

Aubrey POV

My chest tightens at the sight of Brandon. I wanted to reach over and choke him. His smirk would usually make me blush, but this smirk was devious and evil. He said something to make my mom think I was using him or something. My mum places her mail on the table and glares at me. “THIS IS NOT WHAT YOU THINK IT IS”. I yell at her.

I felt like I was the bad guy. My mum probably was on Brandon side because she never wants to hear my shit. I rush out of the room and I start throwing clothes into a backpack lying on the floor. While I was throwing all my stuff into my bag, I cussed at the top of my lungs. I grabbed several pairs of underwear and my personal hygiene items and stuff them into my bag. My mascara and eyeliner were now all smeared down my face making me look like Dracula. I lastly grab my charger and laptop and a couple of my favorite books then I dash downstairs.

“WHERE EXACTLY DO YOU THINK YOU’RE GOING YOUNG LADY?” My mother yelled at me while I ran out the door. “WHEN YOU’RE READY TO TALK TO ME LIKE AN ADULT AND NOT HAVE YOUR SIDEKICK HERE, CALL ME “. I yell back. I hop into my car and start the engine. I dash out of the driveway and drive far away from the house before texting Zayn literally begging to stay with him for a while.

 Sure you can come over, but can you bring pizza or something. He replies back to my text then I get a text right after with his address. I quickly text back confirming, how far I was. I stop by a local burger joint and grab 4 meals knowing I ate a lot. I’m pretty sure he did too. I pull into the apartment lot and it was nice apartment complex, not being too overbearing nor low class. I park my car close to the front of the complex and park. I rest my head, which had a huge headache, on the steering wheel of the car. I think about my mum and I nearly call her but I stop myself when I dialed her number. Don’t take her bullshit. My subconscious sneaks in.

I grab my bag and the food out of the passenger seat, and I get out of the car. I locked my doors and toss my car keys in my backpack before walking in the complex. Zayn was waiting in the lobby when I walked in. He looked like a lost child in a store waiting for their mommy; Anxious and curious. When Zayn eyes meet mine he stands up and emerges over to me. “Well you look beautiful Aubrey”. He says shyly, making me blush even more. Zayn hugs me tightly. I absorb his warmth right off of his body. He was extremely warm. Zayn’s eyes were close to a golden color like his personality and charm. He takes the food from me and leads the way to his apartment which is on the second floor on a corner. He unlocks his room door and my eyes widen. His apartment was perfect. Perfectly tidy and organized. Zayn lead into his room that was just as clean as the kitchen and living room. “Zayn you’re so tidy it’s amazing for a guy”. I said. He just smiled making me smile. He shows me where to put my stuff and then he turns the living room TV. His living room led to a balcony of the corner of the street. It was beautiful. He sat on the couch and I sat on the floor. We watched SpongeBob Squarepants until Catfish came on which lead into a huge debate.

“How can you just pretend to be someone that you’re not like that’s not cool”.  Zayn comments

“But Zayn what if there self-conscious of who they are or maybe they get bullied or something you know”. I snap back.

 “But that is no excuse to embarrass someone on television”. Zayn says a little louder.

“They bring that upon their selves though this show is just so irrelevant”. I say.

“This show is so irrelevant”. Zayn mocks. “This show is so not irrelevant”.

I give up on arguing with Zayn because his opinion on the show was not going to change. I cross my arms and continue to watch the ridiculousness of this show. Zayn munches down on the fries and burger I bought for us. We both eat our food and watched the marathon of Catfish. I eventually get bored and go into his room to get my phone. I sit on the couch and get on Tumblr hoping something would be interesting on there but no luck. I decided to tweet “sometimes in life I just want to be your last first kiss”.

I decided to keep tweeting inspirational tweets until Zayn started to watch me over my shoulder. I lean my phone away from him and he giggles. “What you doing?” He asks. He grabs my phone and makes me follow him on twitter. I notice that he only has 2,000 followers. I eventually find the other boy twitters and I follow them also. He snatches my phone and says “whoa someone is famous with you 50k followers on twitter”. I couldn’t help but blush. “I’m not famous just well known”. I reply back. He makes sarcastic gestures and flips his nonexistent hair. “UH WHATEVER”. Zayn tried to say in his best American accent.  This was going to be a long night.

(Thank you guys for being so patient with me and just continue to read my story I really appreciate it I will update everyday now my internet is fixed now so love you guys and I hope you like this chapter and does anyone miss Yareli I do )