Forever z.m

Do I know you?

ZAYNS POV

"Libby? Is that you honey?"

I instantly jump off of Libby. Who is in her house? "Crap, my dad is here." She whispers. She looks in the mirror on the wall. She fixes her bun. She wipes her wrinkles off her shirt. I haven't seen her dad since he took her away from me.

"Libby?" Lib mummbles something I can't hear. She points to the closet. I shrug. What is she trying to say?

"Get in the closet dumbass." She harsley whispers and shoves me into a cramped closet with pot and pans. "I'm in the kitchen dad!" I peek through the holes. Her dad has aged very much. He use to be the teenhearthrob so says my mum. He had the light brown wavy hair. The blue eyes, that almost every girl swoons over. I've learned that from knowing Niall. Now he has very gray hair. Not a brown piece in sight. His eyes seem the be dull, not sparkly like they use to be.

"Hey honey. What are making?" He tilts his head like a lost puppy. What am I thinking?

"Just some cookies." Libby smiles. I cant help but chuckle. Yep we were sure making cookies. She kicks the closet as if telling me to shut the hell up and be quiet. I bite my lip.

How did I get here? From being with Perrie to being stuck in my very best childhood friend's dad's closet full of pots and pans. I dont even know. Every thing went crazy since we've been in New York. I voted Miami personally, but now I'm glad I'm stuck in this crazy city.

"Well you know Libatha, Thats very bad for you, especially when you eat all of that raw dough." Libby spits out the raw cookie dough from her mouth. She is so cute. What am I thinking? She doesn't remember you Zayn, get it out of your thick head. I cant help but roll my eyes at her dad's statement.

"Why aren't you at your dorm? I paid lots of money for that." Libby drops her spoon into the bowl she is mixing the dough with.

"Because dad, school hasn't even started yet. Besides, I'm kinda in a fight with my roomate." She rolls her eyes. Sassy Libby, sassy.

"You do not talk to me like that!" Her dad raises his voice.

"I'm 20 dad! I can do what I want. I'm not a child anymore." She walks out of the kitchen to get something. Please dont leave me Lib.

"What about Kevin? Hows that nice young man? Why don't you invite him over for dinner yhea?"

"I brooke up with him. Hes not very nice dad. I'm not staying for dinner." She walks back into the kitchen, thank god.

"Now, why would you do that Lib? He was a very nice young lad."

"Sure dad what ever you think."

"Oh shit!" I yell as I stub my toe on the floor. I cover my mouth. Great job Zayn.

"What was that?"

"It wasn't anything dad!" Libby sounds panicked. I stuble back into the closet hopeing that her dad wont see me. The door opens. The light shines very bright on my face.

"Libby? Why is there a random guy in my closet?" Her dad turns to look at her.

"Umm, I dont know! How bout I call the police and see why hes here! Be right back." She smiles. I glare at her. If Simon hears about this, lets just say I'm screwed. Libby runs out of the kitchen faster than lightning.

"Libatha, get back here right now!" Libby shamfuly walks into the kitchen with her head down. "And you," Her father points to me. "Come out of this closet young lad." I walk out of the closet then met eyes with Libby. Her face clearly says the 'Oh shit we are screwed.' Look.