Girl Next Door (Louis Fanfic)

Chapter Twenty Seven

December 23, 2011

My knees shake rapidly as my eyes flick back and forth at the clock. I bite my lower lip as blood produces from the marks my teeth have left. He would be getting back today. He was going to be here for a few days to celebrate his birthday and Christmas. I would eventually have to face him. Well actually... No I would have to because we had been invited over for dinner on Christmas Eve, and they were coming over here for Christmas brunch. It was going to be torture, especially with Louis's new girlfriend, Eleanor. Harry had introduced them (damn you Harry) and I guess Louis had growing feelings for her for a while and they got together almost immediately after Louis and I had called it quits. Speaking of which, Zayn and I weren't exactly together. Sure he was staying at my place until New Years, and sure we kissed, and sure we had heated make out sessions (but never went THAT far) but we weren't a couple although I knew Zayn wanted us too. He was just waiting for me, I guess.

My grip around my duvet tightens as I hear a car door slam. My eyes dart to in front of the Tomlinson's house only to be met with nothing. I looked in front of my house as I saw Zayn walk in with a few bags. I rolled my eyes and smirked. He said he was going to go get lunch earlier. More like do last minute Christmas shopping.

I stand up and stretch as my phone buzzes.

From: Kay

Is he there yet???

I quickly wrote back.

Not yet.

I turned off my phone before she wrote back anymore. I had gone back to school last week and tried to revert to my old habits. This was nearly impossible hence everyone wanted to get my autograph, question me about my relationship, or want me to set them up with one of the boys. I had only gone to school for a few days before it was winter holiday. Bella and Kay had welcomed me with open arms and warm smiles and tried to help me slip back into my old routine. My teachers seemed to be unfazed by all of it though which was nice that I was getting any special treatment. What I hated the most about returning to school was the pity. I didn't want to be pity. I hated feeling like I was weak. I knew I wasn't and I knew I could handle this breakup. So why did everyone think I couldn't?

A soft knock sent my gaze flying to the door where Zayn stood smiling.

"Hello beautiful," he grinned softly kissing my lips gently. When it came to kissing, Zayn was gentle and slow. His soft lips would barely grace mine. When Louis would kiss me, it would be rougher and more passionate, almost in a desperate manner.

I hummed in response as he pulled me off my bed.

"Want something to eat? I'm hungry," Zayn exclaimed taking my small cold hand into his large warm one.

"Okay," I said my voice slightly hoarse from nervous crying earlier. Zayn looked at me with gentle eyes.

"Erica look- I know I'm not Louis... but I'm really trying for us. Just please give me a chance. Please?" he said pleadingly. I nodded, my whole bodying slightly shaking.

Zayn pulled me into a hug, rubbing my back and planting a kiss on my forehead. I was over Louis and I knew I wanted to be with Zayn but part of me wished it was Louis embracing me and kissing me right now.

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The dread time came as I saw the familiar black Porsche Boxster pull into the driveway of the neighboring house. I felt my breathing quicken and my legs start to shake. I glanced at the clock on the wall.

16:43

Zayn had run back into town to get dinner with my father. I had a feeling though he only went to ask my father permission to date. I don't think it was wise of them to leave me alone when he got him. I watched him from my bedroom window get out of the car and then walk out to open the door for his new girlfriend. I glared at the back of her head, immediately loathing the brunette. She wore an angry look on her face as Louis unloaded her luggage from the car. She immediately snatched it and stalked towards his front door. He rolled his eyes and pulled out his navy colored luggage. His eyes then quickly averted their gaze to my window, in which I quickly ducked in hope he hadn't seen me hiding.