22. Endings

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Carter's POV:

"It's just dinner, Carter" he says smiling and stepping back. The wind has picked up a little as the sun starts to set.

"Just dinner?" I say biting my lip.

"Just dinner" he replies while licking his lips and shoving his hands into his pockets.

"Sounds...fun" I smile and he does too.

"Can I get your number?" he says stepping closer and handing me his phone. I nod and dial quickly, my shakey hands running across the screen I hand it back to him slowly.

"I'll call you then. How long are you in town for?" he asks shoving his phone back into his pocket.

"Friday" 

"Me too" he says pointing to the door "you're staying here? Why not with your mom?"

"Oh I didn't want Zayn to be uncomfortable" I say and he nods.

"I am too"

"You're staying here?"

"Yeah - it's easier. My sister and her family are in town"

"Oh"I say and he smiles.

"So I'll see you around then?" he says winking and walking inside. My stomach is all tied in knots.I rush inside to get away from the cold. I walk down the short hallway and slip inside, Zayn is laying on his arms facing the dark TV. 

"You know you're supposed to turn that on, right?" I say laughing and he faces me but doesn't say anything. 

"Zayn?" I say stepping closer to him.

"Who is he?"

"Just a friend" I reply and give him a confused look.

"That did not look like it! Or sound like it! You're going to dinner with him!" he says shouting and jumping up from the bed. 

"You were listening?" I say shocked stepping back a little.

"Don't act so surprised you're not exactly very easy to trust! Running around with that fucking prick Niall and shit. And then fucking hitting on Louis! Do you think I'm stupid?" he says shouting and stepping closer. His words hurt so much and I'm trying not to drown in the tears that are building up.

"Well! Do you!" he says shouting again and pointing his hand at me and I jump back. 

"Calm...down." I stammer and give him a frightened look.

"How do you expect me to be calm about this! You're going to dinner with him!" he repeats and I bite down on my lip.

"Were just friends Zayn" I answer silently. He's standing a lot taller than me and his angry look gives me chills. He's always so happy and calm so to see him like this it's sort of...frightening. I know Zayn would never hurt me - physically

"You're a slut" he spits and walks out slamming the door.

I couldn't hold it anymore. I trail to the bed silently and slowly, I unroll the covers and climb in and let the soft sobs exscape. 

This was supposed to be our week.

Zayn's POV:

I stand staring at the door. 

I overreacted.

I step closer to it then back away. 

She started this. 

I walk outside and hop into my car. I hardly know any of the roads around here but considering her mom's fucked up there's a bar around here somewhere. I trail down the road and watch as little trinkets of snow drop upon the windshield. 

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