My Teenage Dirtbag (AU) || LT & JT (editing)

Zayn's Confession

Chapter 4

               I woke up the next day feeling relieved that it was Saturday again. I got down and kissed my Mum. Zayn was eating pancakes and I sat across him.

“Harry texted me last night. Who brought you home? He asked without looking at me.

“Liam walked me home from the Pizza Place since he just lives across us.” I said and I took a bite of mum's fabulous pancakes.

“Harry thinks that Liam kid is up to no good.” he said coldly.

“You don't even know the guy!” I said

“You fancy Liam don't you.” he said and he stared at me.

“No we are good friends, he understands me Zayn. He is more than just a guy who's friends with Louis, he has substance.” I said and I stood up, but before I could leave Zayn grabbed my arm

“Jade, Harry likes you. He isn't the guy who gives up easily.” Zayn said.

“Let me go Zayn before I start to ignore you again.” I said and he let go.

              I went to Niall's.

“Hey you okay Jadey?” he asked, it was oblivious that he just woke up.

I was more close to Niall than Jesy in all honesty that's why I went to him first.

“Come in.” he said with a smile.

“Zayn just keeps pushing me to like Harry.” I said.

“That's because they're friends Jade. Don't let it get to you.” he told me as he handed me some hot chocolate.

“Want to go to our old tree house?” he said.

I just love how Niall knew me so well, since we practically grew up together. We went to their backyard and we went to our old but still stable tree house.

“I miss hanging out with you.” I said.

“I know, me too. It's just you have new friends and I have Jesy.” he said.

“Oh I know. Liam and Louis are really nice.” I said.

“I know, you never make the wrong choices when it comes to friends.” he responded.

“Don't flatter yourself Niallers.” I replied.

“Just remember, whatever people say, you are not their puppets. You run your own life Jade.” Niall said and I went back home.

             I locked myself in my room when suddenly I heard a loud knock.

“What?!” I shouted.

“Open the door!” shouted Zayn.

“Just leave me alone!” I shouted back at him. But after a few minutes he kicked the door and it broke open.

“Oh dear! What is your problem Zayn?!” I shouted as I stood up.

“Harry is down stairs, now be proper and show your face.” he said angrily.

“Fine.” I mumbled under my breath.

He seriously didn't have to do that. Ugh! Now I had no door to slam, thanks Zayn!

               And there he was sitting down all chilled out at our sofa. I put on a fake smile because I was soooo not in the mood to talk to him.