Once Again

Rough Nights

(Zayn's POV)

I drain all the blood from this lifeless deer and lick my lips clearing the blood. I lay it down gently behind a tree and shake my head. I hate what I am....it works for people that are alone, and I'm not alone.

I have a family to take care of and think about. Although right now Taylor is pissed at me because I get angry over dumb shit, but so does she. We are both at fault here to he honest.

I make sure there is no blood on me and once I know I'm clear I think about the situation I'm in. Taylor is pissed off, I said some things that really stung, she said some things.

I walk through the woods just to think and I sigh leaning against a tree. "This could go bad or good." I say aloud to myself and close my eyes. She could either kick me out and yell at me for being a dick. Or she could give me the silent treatment.

I tilt my head to the side, or she could act like nothing ever happened. It's hard to tell she does something different every time really, I guess it depends on how much I act like a arrogant asshole.

I decide it's best to just go home it's been hours, she is probably worried. I start making my way through the woods making the journey home.
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I walk up the front steps and sigh. I turn the knob and it's locked. I groan and reach in my pocket to grab the keys but she drove home and the key for the house is on the car key chain.

"Shit!" I walk around the house to our back door and climb the steps. I twist the knob and it's locked too. She really fucking locked me out....well this is new.

I groan and look around making sure no one can see me. I jog to the side of our house under our terrace for our room. I back up then push full force leaping up and landing on the terrace quietly. The light is on and I can see her walking through the bedroom.

She runs a hand through her hair flopping it on one side and she bends over picking up stuff off the floor. She stands up and looks around the room. I watch her intensely as she walks over to my side of the bed and opens my top drawer.

I make a confused face as she walks out of the room leaving the drawer open. I quickly grab the handle of the sliding door and push it. It's unlocked, I quietly make my way inside and close the door.

I hear her footsteps coming back and I sit on the bed. She is holding clothes in her hand. She looks up and screams dropping the stuff on the floor. She holds her hand up as if to harm me before she realizes it's me.

Her face softens and then she glares. "Dick ass move." She grumbles I smirk and then say, "um no, I think the dick ass move was you locking me out of the house."

She rolls her eyes and says, "if I didn't you would've been like 'its not safe to leave the doors unlocked love' She says mocking my accent. I stop and purse my lips. "Right." She has a point...

She smiles sarcastically at me and then stone faces. She gets down on her knees and scrambles to pick up the clothes. I stand up and say, "here-"

She shakes her head and grabs all the stuff and stands up walking around me. I sigh and close my mouth. I turn around and she's folding my laundry and putting it in my drawers. I walk up slowly behind her.

She takes a shaky breath and I wrap my arms around her waist. She stills and doesn't move. I bend down and rest my head on her shoulder. She moves her head and continues folding.

"I'm sorry." She doesn't say anything so I rub circles under her shirt which is all she's wearing. I move my hand up her stomach and she closes the drawer and removes my hand walking away.