The Dating Game

Chapter 17: Rocks, Sobs, And Burning Touches

Haylee's Point of View

"Haylee? Sweetheart are you alright?", my dad asked as soon as I walked through the front door. It was around 9:30 in the morning. Zayn and I slept in his car the whole night, with him comforting me through it all. Of course, my parents just had to be home when I really didn't want them to.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'll be in my room if you need me" I mumbled, keeping my head down so he wouldn't see my eyes that were still red from crying.

"Is Haylee home?" I heard my mum ask from the kitchen. I glanced up to see her standing in the doorway, drying her hands off with a towel.

"Yeah mum, I'm home" I responded, about to head up the stairs, but my dad stopped me.

"Haylee, is everything alright? You don't seem like yourself."

I turned towards him, allowing him to see my red eyes and puffed up cheeks. I ran my hand through my hair, trying to think about a lie to tell him.

"Makayla and I got into a little fight that's all."

My mum and dad glanced at each other, this news surprising them. Makayla and I have never fought, so of course this was a shock to them.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that dear. Is there anything we can do?" my mum gently asked, placing the towel on the counter to come join my dad on the couch.

I shook my head. "No, we'll sort it out eventually. But thanks for asking." They nodded their heads, deciding to give me my space. I took this opportunity of escape and lightly jogged up the stairs, letting out a sigh of relief as I closed my door behind me.

I looked down at my wrist, empty of locks. Yep, I found out this morning that Zayn was my last match. We had just woken up in his car, our bodies entwined with each other. I was looking at him as he fiddled with my lock, and before I knew it he was unlocking it with his key.

Let's just say, after that we kissed for a very long time. A very, very long time.

So, it's official, I've found all of my matches. My matches are Harry, Niall, Liam, Zayn, and that one guy who almost raped me at the party. I should probably found out who he is, but that can wait until later.

My thoughts were interrupted by my phone going off inside my bra. What can I say? Bras are the perfect storage space for anything. I pulled it out and looked at the caller I.D. I groaned as I looked at his stupid name.

Louis.

I ignored the call and was about to toss my phone on my bed when it went off again. I continued to ignore the call but he continued to call. After 20 more times of ignoring his calls, I decided to turn off my phone, silencing the ringing.

I really don't know when I'll be able to forgive him. This is the second time that he has hurt my feelings in less than a week. That must be some type of record or something.

I want to forgive him, but I can't. Of course, I miss my best friend being here by my side all the time, but I can't forgive him so easily. If he wants this friendship to work, then he has to fix it first.

I huffed as I trudged over to my bed. I plopped down on the soft green comforter and drifted off into a uncomfortable sleep. It was filled with Louis and Grace kissing, along with the 'almost rape'.

I groaned as I woke up to little ticking sounds coming from the far side of my room. I yawned as I sat up, slowly rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. I jerked my head towards the window when I thought I saw something black hit the glass. As I continued to stare, I saw another black thing hit the glass.