'Counting Stars'

Chapter 3

I was stuck in my room, doing nothing. I had already gotten ready, but couldn't do anything! Since I've gotten grounded. I am 19? Why don't I just leave. I opened my door and grabbed my keys off the hooks, running downstairs, slipping my shoes on. I opened the front door.

"Hayden where do you think your going?" My dad asked.

"I'm gonna go get something to eat." I said stepping outside.

"Okay."

I shut the door and went to my car. I sat there for a moment wondering where I wanted to go.

' The broken tree' coffee place with some types of food. I strolled into the small building. It was pretty empty.

"Hey, can I get a white chocolate mocha?" I asked, making my order. They handed me the drink and I left. I started driving home when I went past an alley with 4 people in a circle. I seen one person in there that looked exactly like Zayn. I pulled up next to the street. Should I really interrupt this? Probably not but whatever.

"Zayn?!" I called waving over to me. Everyone looked at me. That must not be Zayn. I didn't get a wave back or anything. I just got back in my car and drove away. I stayed in my room watching tv for about 4 hours. It was dark outside. I was still dressed, and under covers. I heard something outside my window. I just ignored it, probably a squirrel. That is when I watched someone swing in my window.

"Holy shit!" I said jumping up. It was Zayn.

"Surprise yah?" Zayn whispered, doing a half smile, only showing little teeth.

"Um yeah!"

Zayn placed his body fully in my room. I automatically thought of my dad and locked my door.

"You left your phone at my house." He said reaching into his leather jacket pocket giving it to me.

"Thanks." I said laying down covering up with my covers. Zayn kicked his shoes off and laid next to me.

"Whats wrong?" he asked.

"Nothing." I said keeping my eyes glued to the wall.

"You don't seem too happy." Zayn said against my neck.

"It really is fine, Zayn." I spoke. Zayn stood up and walked around my bed and in front of me.

"Well, you don't seem like you wanna be bothered, so I'm gonna go. Call me if you need anything or something like that." Zayn smirked, leaning in kissing the corner of my mouth.

"Anything." He repeated, winking and licking his lips which turned into a lip bite. That was probably the hottest thing ever. I don't really want Zayn to go, I actually like his company. Maybe I'll just swing through his window later.

"Bye." I said, making a puppy dog face.

"Awe do you not want me to leave?" Zayn said, making a puppy dog face back.

"I want you to take care of me. My stomach hurts."

"Awwweee." Zayn smiled. I checked my phone and seen the time. My dad should be leaving for work in about 5 minutes. I heard someone struggling to get into my room shaking my door knob. Probably my dad.

"Go in that closet." I said under my breath. Zayn didn't question me just ran in the closet and shut the door. I unlocked my door opening it.

"Hey dad." I said

"I'm going to work I'll be back at 11 at night, goodbye."

My dad is so serious never jokes around. I heard the front door shut and told Zayn he could come out.

"Your dad sounds mean." He said.

"He is." I agreed. Zayn sat down next to me and put his hand on my shoulder.

"It's okay." Zayn said, patting my shoulder.

"I know." I smiled, looking up at him. Zayn pushed me down on my bed and putting my blanket over me.

"I'll go get you some food." Zayn smiled, and left. I heard his footsteps going down the stairs. So nice of him.

My stomach was hurting so bad! Zayn came back in my room with a bowl of soup. I sat up.

"No lay back down, I'm gonna feed you."

"I can feed myself." I snickered. Zayn shook his head and gathered some soup in the spoon.

"Open wide." He said, as he stuck the spoon in my mouth.

"Haha, maybe I'll be saying that for something else." He winked at me.

"Really?" I said.

"You're cute, what can I say?" he smiled, giving me some more food.

"Not as cute as you." I argued. Zayn kissed my cheek, with his warm lips.

"Where do you work?" I asked, messing with my nails.

"The broken tree." He said nervously.

"Oh really? I went there today. I didn't see you there." I said darting my eyes around.

"Oh, maybe I was on my lunch break." he said.

"Are you lying? Because you seem kinda nervous?" I said. Zayn sat down next to me and I at up.

"No I'm not." He said, sounding so serious. I just left it alone and didn't say anything.

"Are you feeling better?" He asked.

"Yeah thanks."

"Well I'm bored so wanna go do something?" Zayn smiled, hovering above me.

"Zayn, my stomach hurts!" I cried out turning to my side, pouting.

"C'mon, love." Zayn snickered, tickling me. I started to laugh loud.

"Zayn stop!" I breathlessly laughed.

"Only if you come with me." Zayn implied. I looked up at him then back at my blankets.

"You don't even know me." I said. It is true Zayn doesn't really know me.

"I know you enough. I mean you slept at my house. I had a nightmare about you. I snuck in your window. I fed you soup. I kissed you!" Zayn told.

"Wait you had a nightmare about me?" I rewinded.

"Well kinda, no, yes, maybe." Zayn mixed up all his words.

"What happened?" I asked.

"Just stuff. I really don't wanna talk about it." Zayn frowned, looking away from him. I coughed awkwardly, trying to get Zayn to turn around and look at me. I coughed a million more times, before he turned around.

"I'm sorry for asking." I said, trying to brush it off. He just nodded.

"I'll go with you." I added. Zayn smiled and looked up and down at me.

"You look nice. How about we go to