Unsure

Chapter 13

Zayn's Point Of View:

I pull away from Sky and head out to the front of the house, lighting up a fag. What the hell did I just do? Why did I kiss Sky? 

I instantly regretted it as soon as I did it but the anger that had built up inside me was screaming at me to carry on kissing her. I shake my head. Everyone saw. Everyone. And I know that Bella's going to find out, and when she does, she won't want to come near me again. Can I blame her? I shiver as the cold air hits me like an iceberg and stomp out my unfinished cigarette, before heading inside to find anyone that might know where Bella is. She has to hear it from me, and not someone else. Especially not Sky.

As I shut the front door behind me I turn to see Niall and Harry standing with some girls. I make my way over to them still freezing from the ice cold autumn air.

"Either of you seen Bella?" I ask them both, ignoring the two girls that are staring at me with flirty expressions on their faces. Niall shrugs and Harry thinks for a while before answering me.

"Yeah mate. She was watching when you kissed.. Sky was it? Then she ran into the kitchen and I didn't see her for a while. Oh and later Justin asked me if it was cool if she stayed in the spare room with him tonight. I thought you two had a thing?" He overloads me with information, "Isn't Sky her best mate or something?"

What the fuck?

Bella? And Justin? Staying in the spare room together?

Not if I have anything to do with it.

I ball my fists at my sides and  storm upstairs and down the hallway towards the spare room. I don't bother knocking and literally punch the door open before spotting Bella and Justin, sleeping together.

"What the fuck?" I scream, storming over to the bed as Justin sits up, alarmed. He better be fucking alarmed.

Justin rubs his eyes sleepily and stands from the bed. "What's your problem bro? You can't have two girls.. You know that right?" he smirks at me and my eyes widen in anger. 

Bella's Point Of View:

I watch as Zayn's eyes blaze with fury and he swings his fist at Justin, punching him directly in the face. I flinch as images of Riley punching me flash through my mind. Justin punches him back and they start to fight eachother. I need to stop this before someone gets seriously hurt.

"Stop!" I yell, but neither of them listen to me, and they continue to fight, more so than before.

I run downstairs and spot Niall and Harry, with two girls I don't know. They see the alarm and panic in my eyes and run upstairs into the spare room, me quickly following.

Niall grabs Zayn's arms and Harry Justin's, and they pull them both away from eachother as they both struggle to free themselves. 

"I think you should go." Niall says coldly to Zayn. Zayn protests but Harry stands next to Niall, glaring at him.

"We don't want any trouble here" Harry sympathises, "Justin's too drunk to drive, so I think you really should go."

Zayn sighs and punches the wall, making me jump before he leaves the room and I hear the front door slam downstairs. Niall and Harry check I'm okay before leaving the room to get back to their party.

I turn to Justin, who's face is covered in cuts and bruises, his knuckles swollen. I sit him on the bed before rushing to the bathroom to grab some cotton wool and disinfectant that I find in the cupboard, before returning back to the spare room. 

I walk over to Justin and gently wipe the cuts on his face. He flinches a little but quickly recovers as I dab at them with cold water. He thanks me and sits me next to him on the bed.