Differences

chapter 18

Chapter 18

Previously in Differences

I hug him and walk the opposite way as he does. I walk out to my car and get in. I pull out my phone and I noticed an unknown caller calling. I pick up and I'm in for a shock.

Aubrey's POV

"Hello! Yes Aubrey comes now I know this is sudden. This is Connor please come now! I'm using some stranger's phone it's about mom she's- ". The line ends and I'm now panicking. I didn't even know what was going on. There was a loud ruckus in the background and a siren but why my mother?

I stare at my phone a little bit longer waiting for Connor to call me again but no luck. I scream at my phone, blaming all of my stress on it. I need therapy soon.

I pull out of the hospital and just decide to drive "home". My mascara was now running below my eyes. My tears flooding down my face like the droplets down my windows of my car.

Oh not to mention the rain.

My drive to Zayn's apartment was silent and sane. My mind was running wild. What was my brother in a panic for? I just pray my mom is ok. We might be angry at each other but that's the woman that brought me on earth.

I park closer to Zayn's house and I see his car is here.

Great

I walk upstairs and I knock hardly on the door. Zayn must have been in the kitchen, because he came the second time I knocked. Zayn greeted me with a soft but strong hug. His warmth radiated from his body to mine. I smelled the sweetness from his cologne.

He smiled nearly drained from his face when I looked at him. My knuckles were busted; my face was purple from bruising of me banging my face in on the steering wheel. My knuckles were busted from banging on the car period.

He looked me in the eye and genuinely kissed my forehead then my bruised cheeks. I flushed with redness in my cheeks.

Fuck, Zayn.

Zayn held my hands and pulls me gently to go wash my hands off. He stared at my knuckles and chuckled "Did you get in a fight little badass?" He questions and then kisses my hands. I just shake my head and smile.

I dry my hands quickly and then I rush into Zayn's room and grab my favorite pajamas; Being a plain black sweatshirt with pajama shorts. I walk into the bathroom and turn the knob for the water up extremely high. The steam begins to spill out of the top of the shower and I know that's my signal to shower myself. I strip down out of my clothes, and then I enter the shower.

I wash my skin; scrubbing, scrapping, and soaking every part of my body. I scrub my head with my shampoo. as I scrub, suds multiple on my head making one fall in my eyes.

"OH MY GOD"! I scream as the burning increases. I try to wash it out but it only makes it worse.

"HELP ME FUCK GOOD GOD THIS BURNS". I scream again. I rub my eye trying to make the burning stop. Once my eye settles itself, I step out of the shower and dry my damp body. I decide to dress in Zayn's room just because he should still be in the kitchen.

Right?

I put on my underclothes on under my towel just in case. I walk out of the bathroom and the streams of steam creep out of the bathroom. Zayn is sitting on his bed with his phone in one hand and the TV remote in the other.

His eyes dart at mine, then stream down the short towel covering my damp body.

Zayn's POV

I was watching Criminal Minds while Aubrey showered. I was into the show very much until Aubrey exited the bathroom and entered my room.

I swear the air was all devoured by her presence in my room because I nearly choked of her natural beauty. She stared at me and smiled. I tried not to stare but it didn't work very well. I end up staring her up and down like a big creep. She must've noticed because she blushed really hard and continued to gather her stuff out of the bathroom.

I felt like my jeans became 3 sizes smaller as she pulled off her towel revealing her plain blain white and black striped underwear and bra. She pulled on her plain black sweatshirt and then she pulled on her pink pajama shorts. I didn't realize I was biting my lip and she was staring at me giggling.

"Zayn you look lascivious". She says. I throw a pillow at her and next thing you know she was tackling me.

She grabbed me by my neck and started to turn me to try to get me on the floor. I pick her up and throw her on my bed. She laughs and pulls me by my shirt making me fall on top of her. She flips me over making her straddle me. She laughs and begins to beat me with a pillow. "That's for throwing one at me". She laughs and gets off of me.

She sits on the floor and pulls a book out of her backpack. I look over her shoulder to read the cover of the book. The girl in the forest, it read. I was intrigued by the name. She puts on her glasses before she opens her book. She tucks her hair behind her ears then opens her book and begins to read. I watch her as her grey eyes follow the lines in the book. She looked absolutely stunning.

Louis POV

I lay in my bed, staring at the ceiling. I wanted to go into Zayn's room to hang out with Aubrey but then I might make it awkward. It was awfully quiet so they must've been sleeping. I listened to my playlist and sung along with the songs.

I was also on Twitter quoting parts of the songs. I noticed my followers had went up I was now at 5,000 followers. What the hell happened? I looked at my mentions and noticed that Aubrey had shouted me out. The tweet read

"Go follow @Louis_91 he tweets random shit and is pretty funny". I grinned. I didn't want a lot of attention because on twitter is where I talked about my feelings. I clicked on Aubrey page and I noticed she had 300,000 followers. What the hell? How is she so famous? I logged out of twitter and closed my laptop. I put my phone on the charger then I drifted off to sleep I was already tired when I got home.

Aubrey POV

She lies on the grass, next to her freedom. Her golden eyes were now a burnt brown. She cries for help. They found her she was so close. Her legs trapped under this weight. The gate to her freedom is right there she just has to get there. She screamed hoping someone would come before they came. As in they she means the people who would murder her on the spot. The weight wouldn't budge at all she was stuck. She screamed one last time before the pain overcame her. She lies there in the autumn leaves paralyzed, the trees surrounding her begin to turn then she silently meets her maker.

I was sitting on the floor crying my eye out that was probably the saddest book ever. All she wanted was freedom and she never even got close. That story was kind of like me right now. I am so close to being my own women but as soon as I get a taste of freedom, something detrimental happens. Zayn was dead asleep in his bed.

I decided to go find something to eat it was only 9:30 at night. I padded into the kitchen and looked through the fridge.

Empty

What the actually freak? What do they eat? Oh right they get fucking take out every day. I decided to go out and eat some food. They won't mind if I go out without them. Well duh there sleeping right now.

I speed walk into Zayn's room and I put on some jeans. I slid in my Sperry's; grabbing my purse and keys. I walk out of the apartment, leaving the door unlocked, because I don't have a key.

I walk outside and the warmness of summer slaps me in the face and I defiantly regret wearing this sweater.

(Hello guys so the italic section is not an actual book but I'm writing another book and you guess it, that's what it's going to be based on. It will be a one direction book I just don't know who it will be about. And yes it will be with the supernatural shit loll sorry I just like supernatural stuff <3)