Soft Spot (Zayn Malik)

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Thirty-Five: Anxious Home

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The ride back to Rosewood was somewhat peaceful. After the dramatic night at the beach house and the nerve-wracking ride back to the hotel in Liam's car, I appreciated the fact that Jaimie and Leanne managed to keep the ride back home quiet and peaceful. Andy actually came through for us to help us tow Jaimie's car back to the hotel and then Nash came soon after to fix the car.

The rest of the weekend was filled with shopping, which of course wasn't as fun for Jaimie and Leanne as it was for Aeanne and I. Jaimie was on her phone the whole time, texting like mad and blushing ferociously when Leanne joked that she needed to stop obsessing over texting a certain Harry Styles. She protested that she wasn't texting him because she "didn't even have his number" but when we took a peek on her phone, it was evident that they were indeed texting each other because who else would Jaimie name 'Curly Bastard' on her phone other than Harry?

"This weekend was something else." Leanne hummed, sticking her hands out of the car window to feel the breeze outside.

"I don't know if I appreciate your sarcasm." Jaimie smirked.

"Okay, I didn't say that it was a bad weekend." Leanne rolled her eyes defensively before turning around from her seat to look at Aeanne in the backseat beside me. "I actually had fun," she smiled genuinely at the shorter girl for the first time, "thank you."

"You're welcome." Aeanne smiled back even though she was obviously just as shocked as I was that Leanne was actually being nice to her.

We were just outside of Rosewood, about an hour or less away from home. It seemed to me that the snow had vanished over the weekend; there were tiny islands of grasses spurting everywhere and little bulbs of flowers are starting to grow. Majority of the snow have melted and the sun was shining brightly above us. I began to compare West Withering with Rosewood in my head. My weekend was filled with blinding sun rays and a little bit of tans and being back home felt like being out of the oven then back to the freezer again.

"School." Jaimie said, nudging her head to her right. We all looked at what she meant and groaned. We just passed by Rosewood High School and it seemed like every minute that passed I compared West Withering with Rosewood, the closer we got to being home.

I wouldn't deny that Rosewood made me feel at home, because I'd be lying since Rosewood is home. I grew up here, and I memorized every road like it's my old favorite song. I know nearly everyone that lived in the big town and they made me feel like home.

I looked outside the window and saw a couple of grown ups plowing the remaining of snow out of their driveways while the little kids moped that the snowmen they built had melted. Some kids were sat by their patio snuggled under a thick blanket and sipping through a probable hot chocolate or tea; their noses turning red from the coldness outside. There was a roadblock ahead due to the fact that the melting of the snow had made the roads terribly slippery so Jaimie had to make a turn to Vine Avenue where there was a huge freaking traffic.

"Are you kidding me?" She groaned, hitting Ace's stirring wheel and tugging at her red strands in frustration.

"Have you ever thought of dyeing your hair a different color?" Aeanne asked curiously as she watches the redhead tuck all of her strands into a ponytail.

"Nope." Jaimie shook her head. "Born a redhead, dying a redhead."

"I like it," Aeanne laughed, "you remind me of Ariel sometimes."

"Did you just call me a fairytale, made up Disney mermaid?" Jaimie laughed too before turning around to look at Aeanne.

"Yeah! It's not a bad thing, okay, she's my favorite princess." The brunette shook her head.