The High School Slut (one direction)

Ch.5

-five-

I ignore my constant worries about the growl I had just experienced not long ago. Hell,

,it was only a couple seconds ago that it just had happened. I try and try to make my memory the slightest least better just so I can remind myself what the person looked like in the bushes. And just to my luck I can't remember shit. It's very frustrating when you can't.

A warm hand awakens me from my deep thoughts almost dragging me inside of my house way to eager to meet my mom . She isn't the most pleasant to be around while she is around me. But since I'm bringing a boy home she would probably threaten me to lie about her being a good parent(that would be a dream come true) and pretend she was always nice to me. (In case you didn't know is a LIE)

As I unlock the door with my hello kitty key. Sorry I love hello kitty for some reason and have a slight obsession but nothing for you to get worried about. Before I unlock the door to look to see if zayn is still there. Just in case he didn't run away are something. But I find him starring at the door like he is trying to figure out something about what he should do and how to solve it.

It's pretty easy to just think about what he was thinking about. (Toughie twister there my bad) if you see that's he is starring at the door he is trying to figure out what he is going to do when he gets inside my house , if he ever does because I wasn't aware of how long I've been reading him I quickly unlock the door. Luckily he didn't see my reading him so he retreats from his little daze of deep thoughts and gives me a reassuring smile and steps inside.

Once I make it inside I hope my mother isn't here to playfully scold me about zayn coming and she didn't know . And how when zayn finally leaves she will probably beat the breaks off of me when I wake up in the morning or not looking. She will most likely call it punishment while I call it being soccer punched by your own mom. Not a very good experience if you ask me.

We walk inside hand in hand because after I unlocked the door zayn instantly grabbed my hand without me even noticing . I wonder if zayn is like a good guy that I could most likely date fall in love with and have kids. But come on people this is America and that stuff never even happens anymore. It's all a lie. Just like people say my mom is the nicest person you could every meet. See, people lie all the time, sometimes without even noticing it .

zayn walks behind me as I look down at me feet waiting to hear the screeching notice of my mom calling me to do some stupid ass shit for her that doesn't even make sense. It's just a waste of my time. I still focuse on my feet cursing myself for wearing heals because that's the only thing I can hear as I walk across my mothers expensive tile reserved for important company. Stupid right?

"Well zayn I guess my mom isn't here" he smiles at my shyness

"It's fine, umm how about you give me a tour" he sakes way to curious about my house, correction my mothers prison.

I take him to each part of the house. Not very mush if you ask me I've lived in bigger houses when me and my mother were on the run. Well not me but she was. And she had to bring me with her because well I don't even no my own dad so I don't bring it up often. But now if you asked me about my dad I would say I've never knew him or seen him ever before in my life and shrug it off like it was some kind of neutral question, but inside I'm curious as hell and slightly angry at home for bailing out on my mom just because she was pregnant. But I don't like to bring it up often and neither does she. She we don't. Simple as that.

As I'm giving the tour to zayn I reach the last room of the house .

My room .