Side.

Side. - Chapter 18

Chapter 18.

The further I walked into Zayn’s house, the more disgusted I felt being there. The thought of Zayn locking girls in his house, wanted me to vomit right at that moment, on Zayn’s carpet. I wasn’t sure if he did what I was thinking, maybe he didn’t feel like paying attention to girls at all. His flat was a bit smaller than mine, but not that much. The only thing I could smell was the scent of cigarettes and booze. I followed Zayn into his living room, warm air embracing me. The curtains were closed and I saw an empty bottle standing on the small, cheap coffee table in the middle of the living room. I raised my eyebrows, wondering if he had been drinking that in one day. But when I looked around and saw the mess, I expected him just not cleaning his shit. 

“So how are things with the girl, Demi-Rose?” Zayn asked, pulling me out of my thoughts. I stopped scanning the room and the mess and looked at him. A small smirk was plastered on his face as he dabbed the end of his cigarette in a small ashtray filled with ash. I bit my lip to hold myself from screaming everything I’d ever wanted to him. There was music playing, but not that loud. “You stay fucking away from her.” I replied, totally ignoring his question about the girl and I. He didn’t deserve to know. A short chuckle left Zayn’s throat before he said, “Why?” I could see he knew I was serious and that he knew why I wanted him to stay away from Demi-Rose, he only pretended that he didn’t know to irritate me, and he was doing a great job. Zayn squashed his cigarette in the ashtray as a last puff of smoke left his mouth. “Because I say so.” I continued, not wanting to be at the place where I was, but I had to. “I do whatever I want.” Zayn said stubbornly as he loosely crossed his arms in front of his chest. “Yes,” I said, trying to stay calm while I agreed with him, “But you stay away from Demi-Rose, do you fucking understand.” I heard my own voice getting raspier by each word I said, but I didn’t fucking care. 

Zayn chuckled again but his face went back to serious in a matter of second. “I can come around her anytime I want to.” Zayn growled back, I saw the small amount of anger appear in his eyes, which I did not understand. Was he angry because he actually wanted to come around Demi-Rose and I forbade him? Or was it just the part that I ‘tried’ to be bossy over him? But the second he said those words, I lost it, it was all too much.

“You fucking don’t!” I shouted as my actions were earlier than my brain could decide. My hands grabbed the collar of Zayn’s shirt and I pushed him against the nearest wall, causing an empty picture fram which hang on the wall, fall onto the ground, glass being scattered around our feet. Zayn’s eyes were widen by my sudden action and the sudden movement between us. I pulled Zayn back again and slammed him back against the wall as Zayn placed his big hands on my forearms, trying to hold me back from him, but because of the big amount of anger streaming through my veins, I was stronger. “You fucking stay away from her, do you fucking hear me?” I growled as I waited for him to reply. Again he gave me a small smirk as his eyebrow was hooked up, causing me to let one hand of mine travel up to his throat, and thereafter I wrapped my fingers around his stubbled chin and jaw, pressing my thumb on everyone’s spot where it would hurt. If I’d press the hardest I could, he could die. At that moment I wished I had never bit my nails so I could dig them into his tanned skin. 

“If I see you around her, I’ll fucking kill you.” I threatened, surely not for the last time, before I slammed him back against the wall once again and shove him away from me and left his flat. 

Demi-Rose’s POV.

I let myself fall back onto the flower patterned duvet as I looked up to the ceiling. I just came back from school, and every day without seeing Harry became more hard each time, but on the other side, it was a sort of relief. Now I didn’t see him, I could move on, hopefully. But I was worried sick. I hadn’t seen him in days, where was he? Was he alright? 

Harry had called and texted me everyday since the day I told him to leave him alone and I didn’t want to hear his explaination, but I didn’t pick up. Why, I didn’t even know. I missed him, and I wanted to know how he was doing, but I wanted to move on too, and if I’d keep talking to Harry, I knew I wouldn’t succeed. I was thinking about giving him one more chance, at least to let him explain why he said to me we were nothing, while I thought we were absolutely something, more than ‘just friends’ or that we could be more. Every day I tried to do something, so I wouldn’t be thinking about Harry, but it wasn’t that easy. Since Emily and Luke were actually dating, I kept thinking about Harry more and more each time I was around them, or even just Luke or Emily. Emily knew I was still thinking about him, and she tried to help me with it. She’d take me out to go shopping, or just bake some cupcakes. It was sweet, really, and I appreciated it, but I didn’t understand. I hadn’t been the most amazing sister to her, yet she is being one to me. I actually wished I had met her earlier in life. I had talked to my mother again, and then I really realized I am so much happier here in the UK, than I was in Detroit. No offense to her, well maybe a bit since she didn’t really take care of me when I was younger, but I think it’s also because the friends in England, and everything actually. 

I closed my eyes as I ran my hands through my tangled hair, wet from the rain. I felt my heart softly beating against my chest as I squeezed my eyes even more shut, trying to let the headache disappear, but it only got worse. I ran the tops of my fingers across my cold cheek, the same place where Harry pressed his lips on for the first time. I opened my eyes again the second I thought about that night, that small kiss, Harry. I grabbed my phone which still lay beside me on the bed and checked the time, only 4 in the afternoon. I slowly sat up, trying not to get more pain in my head and walked past Emily’s room. The door was slightly opened and I saw her sitting at her desk with earphones in her ear, I could hear the music playing. I knocked on the door as I already walked in, not waiting for her respond. I tapped her shoulder and she looked up, smiling brightly, while she yanked the white earphones away from her face. 

“Sup?” She asked as she stopped the music, silence taking over the bedroom. “I erm...” I started, not knowing how to tell her. It wasn’t like I didn’t dare to tell her my plan and that I was afraid how she would react, I just didn’t know how to say it. I thrusted her for the fully 100%, and I didn’t want to lie again. 

“I’m going to Harry’s.” I blurted out before I actually decided how to tell her. Emily’s smile grew bigger and her eyes started shining. “Really?” She chirped as she stood up from her chair. I nodded, being surprised by her reaction, I knew she wouldn’t react mad or anything, but I didn’t expect her to be happy or relieved about it either. 

There was a short silence between us as I took in what I just told Emily. I couldn’t help but smile as I nodded, more to myself than to Emily. “Well, go!” She said all happy. I nodded again before she pressed a quick kiss on my cheek. I walked, almost ran, down the stairs to push my feet into my boots and embraced my body with my coat. I didn’t care it was still raining, I needed to see him. Harry.