Black Mail

My Own

The door burst open, slamming against the wall, most likely making a mark. I did not want to admit that I jumped, but I did. Who was I kidding.

"What is your problem?" I looked at slowly, Zayn stood in my office doorway, an ugly angry twisted look over his whole face.

"Nothing," said Zayn, closing the door quietly and softly this time. He stormed over to his seat with a loud stomp to his walk, sitting down with a plop. His notebook slammed onto the table, more so than dropping onto it.

"Okay Zayn, this office is a happy place. If you're in a pissy mood, go back out to your desk out there." I went back to my drawing, working on her hair today.

"I'm not... dammit, I'm not in a pissy mood." He practically snarled.

I looked up at him again, mouth agape. I placed my pencil down slowly. "Alright Zayn. What is the problem. You're obviously very upset. Talk to me." I sat back, folding my arms across my chest, waiting.

"Nothing." He snapped.

I sighed deeply. He was pissed off, about something- perhaps at me. I didn't know what his problem was, but I wasn't really in the mood for him to ruin my mood. This morning Merrie had been looking dreamy with her tousled hair, her blurry eyes, and her exposed legs and shoulders. She had slipped out of bed, and a little while later I heard her rummaging in the kitchen. When I had finally dragged myself out of the safety of her bed, with a promise to myself to get back there soon, I found her cooking eggs for the both of us. 80's blues was playing softly in the background, and she was dancing around the kitchen, oblivious to my presence. I stood in the threshold, watching her, until something new, something strong came over me. I stepped forward, grabbing her wrist lightly as she spun. She jumped slightly, shocked at the contact, but I couldn't stop myself. I couldn't help it. It was a force beyond me, stronger than me, and it had possessed me. I pulled her slowly forward. This was not a dream, this was real. I pulled her to my body, starting to sway to the music along with her. Once the shock of my presence disappeared, a slow smile began to spread across her lips. She stepped forward into me willingly, moving her body along with mine.

The image of her swaying to the old school music, the feel of her body sliding across mine... I sat there, replaying in my head as I looked on at Zayn. He huffed frustrated, and it pulled me from my daydream. The illusion of us grinding slipping away as quickly as it had come.

"You're not even listening." Apparently he had been talking.

He coughed uncomfortably. "I'm sorry Zayn. What did you say?"

"I asked you where you were last night. You didn't even come home this morning." I detected something strange in his voice. Jealousy? No, it couldn't have been.

"I was out," I replied shortly. The animosity in the room, at home was so real, so raw, I wasn't going to be honest with him about my whereabouts.

"You don't have to lie to me," Zayn said. "I know you were with her. I hope you made your tape. You can go back to the nice normal Niall I looked up too." He looked down at his sheet work quickly, clearly embarrassed at what he'd said. He'd overheard Harry, and now was using it against me.

"Don't start with me Zayn. I am the same... wait what? You look up to me. That's stupid. Don't do that. Look up to Liam. He's a firefighter. He's actually a good person. Harry. Not me," I waved him off, going back to my hair dimensions.

"I know I haven't known you long, and forgive me for butting in, but I feel now that I am living with you, I have a right to an opinion, but you've been being a real dick lately. Sorry for the language." Zayn leaned across the table, ripping my pencil from my hands.