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Chapter 22 Tonight

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I hate when he does that. It's one of the many thing that he does that makes me want to scream. He's so fucking mysterious and closed off. Especially when he's the one closing the doors behind him. It's whatever, I don't really care. It just irritates me how he expects me to know exactly what he wants when he barely says anything. I'd rather fight with him and get more words out.

Its funny how he thinks that I'd honestly bring 'revealing' clothes to his house. The most revealing things I probably brought were bras and underwear. And never again would he see me in that, in my underwear that is. He never got underneath my shirt. His hands might've..but his eyes didn't. And I was intent on keeping it that way.

I rolled out of the bed. All my clothes were still in bags in his room. I slowly opened the door, pulling it towards me. Zayn suddenly toppled backwards onto my feet. I stared down at him in confusion while he then scrambled to get back up on his feet.

"What are you doing?"

"Where are you going?"

We both asked one another at the same time. Zayn shook his head and ran a hand through his hair, one of his signature gestures. I looked down at my feet.

"My clothes are in your room." I said softly.

"I know that. That's because you sleep there." He replied flatly.

It felt odd, like we were a couple arguing or something. This is what a couple who might've broken up might sound like. Or even something from a movie. The guy wants the girl to move back in with him and all her stuff is still there and now I'm getting ahead of myself.

This conversation was happening because Zayn had just been on my feet outside the door and I need clothes. Sounds right.

"I don't like it there."

"I don't give a fuck whether you like it or not. You sleep in my bed. With me."

"There's no point to me sleeping there. I just take up space. I like it better in here."

"Did you not just hear me? I hate repeating myself but since you're two feet away from me and obviously didn't hear, I'll repeat it. I don't give two fucks that you like it better in here. There shouldn't need to be any point, you listen to what I say. I don't need to explain myself to you. Now go change we need to leave soon." Zayn spat. His body was tensed and his right hand was folded tightly to a fist. I knew better than to keep going. I'd deal with it later. It didn't matter now.

"What am I supposed to wear?"

Zayn rolled his eyes then faced his back to me. And sure enough he walked downstairs, leaving me behind to wonder and deal with confusion and anger as usual.

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I threw on some simple clothes and headed down to the kitchen, which seemed to be our meeting place. Zayn was crouched over the counter with his face in his phone. He didn't look up or even acknowledge the fact I had entered the room.

"I'm ready."

I didn't even know what I had to be ready for. He even said himself that his work was none of my concern yet here I was, getting ready to accompany him on a job for work. I was nervous to say the least. First off, the car ride was bound to be awkward. And this so called 'job' could literally be anything.

Zayn waited a few moments before looking up.

"Took you long enough. We're going to be late."

"Late for what?"