Art [zjm]

Chapter Sixteen // Trouble

The weeks went by and it was already Holiday Break.

My mother has not since called and I am waiting on an apology although I don't think that is coming anytime soon.

"Are you coming with me to Bradford?" Zayn asks as a group of girls awe at him.

I know he's hot and all but you could literally make it more subtle about checking him out.

"Yeah. I think I am going to visit my mother though. To see if she wants to apologize."

"I don't think that's a good idea." He says running a hand through his hair.

"Why not?"

"Because if I was your mum, I wouldn't want you to be with someone like me. The boy with the tattoos and piercings."

"Look, Zayn I am sure that is not t-"

"Hey Shay." Liam smiles to me as he sees Louis in walking by.

They scowl at each other but sadly both stop in my dorm room with Zayn.

Former lover/best friend, best friend, and current lover.

This is trouble in itself.

"Hello Liam." I say awkwardly as Louis shifts on his heels and Zayn looks like he is cross between confused and pissed.

"Are you going to your mother's house for Christmas?"

"Probably so... Um, look-"

"Why are you here?" Louis blurts out.

"I just wanted to say hi to my former best friends. Remember how when we were little and we used to play on the playground together. That is until you started liking the same sex. You're a faggot, Louis."

I feel Louis tense up and I rush over to him feeling the awkward.

"Liam I think you should leave."

"Don't worry, I am." He smiles wickedly and leaves.

"What happened to you guys? I sense some shit that went down." 

"Zayn... Our flight leaves in like 2 hours I don't have time to tell you. I will tell you later." 

"Alright." He sighs in defeat as Louis scowls.

"I really fucking hate him." 

"I know you do, Lou. Now I love you terribly and cannot think of leaving you for Holiday Break but I have to." I groan as I pack the last of my things.

"To think that you will be almost 20 minutes away from me is really exciting though! You always go to America and then come back to Doncaster..." He smiles.

We hug and say our goodbyes as Zayn makes gagging noises in the back.

"We still have an hour, Shay. You don't have to even get ready." 

"I don't know about you, Zayn. But I like to be presentable..." 

"You can just throw some sweats on. Shaylen, we are going to an airport, not church."

I roll my eyes playfully at Zayn and he smirks.

"Come on, your hair looks fine being previously curled from yesterday and you can just put shoes on."

He pulls our bags to his car as I lock my dorm for the first semester.

The next semester I have a new roommate and I am excited but I hope she is like me.

We get into Zayn's car and drive to the airport which surprisingly takes only 20 minutes. 

"We're taking a um- private jet, ya know." He smiles and I just stand there and mumble "oh" a bunch of times.