"Well aren't you going to say hi?" I familiar voice says. Of course it's Zayn. He walks over to me. He came in at the worse time. I'm stuffing my face in the kitchen. He notices my puffy eyes and black smeared make up every where.
"Were you crying?" Zayn looks at me, lifting my chin. I smack his hand away from me.
"Why do you care? Don't touch me." I scold at him.
"Please don't tell me I'm the reason you look like a train wreck." He says.
"Thanks, Zayn. Way to try to get me to talk to you." I say, turning back to making my quesadilla.
"Don't turn your fucking back to me, how rude are you? Wow, you have changed." He yells.
"You're mad at me because my quesadilla is burning and I need to cook?! What the fuck is wrong with you?! Why are you here?! Leave!" I tell back, pushing him.
"Don't you ever put your hands on me." He says, pushing me into the counter with anger flooding his face. I stare at him. I begin to become scared of him. I notice his lip and eyebrow piercings. Damn.
"Sorry." I whisper. I don't care if he can hear me. I stare at him more, and he brings my eyes up to mine and kisses me. So much of me wanted to push him away and scream at him. But the little part that wants to kiss back takes over. I've missed this so much. I missed his lips, I wanted to kiss him forever. The quesadilla is burning and I reach to turn off the stove. I pull him closer, and he doesn't object. I'm glad. He puts me on top of the counter and continues to kiss me. His hand reaches my bra, and I pull away.
"Are you crazy?" I say. I tried to yell but I'm to out of breath. He stares at me. He looks embarrassed. Perrie turned him into some monster. He would never pull that on me.
"I'm sorry...I just...well...Perrie..." He trails off.
"I'm going to go." He picks up his sunglasses and walks away without a goodbye.
"So what?! You're going to walk into my house, scream at me, kiss me ever so passionately, and fucking leave because I didn't let you undress me?! What's wrong with you! I hate you! I hate you so much! Don't you ever..come here again. I don't want to see your disgusting face!" Tears fall down my face as I yell.
"I tried to apologize but you got all slutty on me! It's your fault!" He yells back, moving more towards me.
"My fault?! You kissed me! You put me on the counter and tried to do bad things to me!"
"You make it sound like I was going to rape you. Besides I'm so used to doing it with Perrie it just came naturally." He laughs his stupid laugh. I glare at him.
"Why are you laughing? Why are we arguing? If you hate me get out! I've had enough of you and your mixed bipolar signals..."
"You're the one who screamed you hate me," He laughs again. "If I hated you...I wouldn't have kissed those soft beautiful li—"
"Shut up." I say. I'm mad and I don't have time to hear his bullshit.
"Did you get into a fight with Perrie? Is that why you're here?" I ask him. I honestly believe it.
"No! Perrie's at school. I just wanted to come here and apologize." He defends.
"Yeah. Great way to apologize. I still hate you. But I hate you a bit less now." I say. I try not to smile, because that sounds ridiculous.
"Oh, too bad. I really wanted to like you again." He says.
"You don't like me?" I say. My cheeks flush at how stupid I sound. I should shut up, because everything I say sounds utterly stupid.
"Well, I didn't like you. But I have missed you a lot. I really wanted to kiss you again for some reason, I just wasn't expecting it to be like that." He sighed.
"When I kissed Levi, I said your name and we broke up." I blurt out. Maybe that wasn't the right time to say that.
"Wow." Is all he says.
"How many tattoos do you have?" I say, trying to find them. I know he's gotten more.
"10," He smiles. "Wanna see?"
"Yeah." I say back, and walk to him. He lifts up his shirt, revealing his new body. He's gotten abs. I mean...abs. Real abs. He smiles, looking at my reaction to his improved body.
"Like it?" He says.
"Uhh...yeah...it's really hot..." I stutter and cover my mouth in embarrassment. He's pointing to a tattoo, he's not talking about his body.
"Thank you. Now do you like the tattoo?" He laughs and I slap his arm.
"Shut up! I was just shocked!" I yell, but not to loud.
"Stop yelling at me, god." He says. His perfect smiles forms into a frown.
"I'm sorry..." I sigh.
"Stop saying that! I'm sorry! You shouldn't be." He groans.
"Remember when I said not to play this blame game when we had our first fight? Let's keep it that way." I say. He laughs when I say our first fight.
"Ahh...our first stupid fight...it was more of an apology. This...is a fight. That we will probably continue to battle on and on forever." He keeps his frown.
"It doesn't have to be that way." I move closer to him. I want a hug. Really bad.
"I know." He smiles again. Just as I expected, we kissed again. Except this time we were interrupted by Macy and Millie. They walk in with bags.
"Oh my goodness!" Millie screeches. Macy looks up and smiles.
"I'm so glad you two made up!" Macy says. Zayn hesitates.
"Yeah, well no. She was all over me. I felt bad. Bye." Zayn rushes out. What the hell was that?
"Holy shit..." Macy curses. Millie and I gasp at her language. We never heard he curse.
"Sorry. What's going on here?" Macy says, closing the door, and putting the bags of goodies down.
"I'd rather not talk about it." I cry.
"Millie, can you kindly go to the store and get lots if ice cream and frozen pizzas?" Macy asks. She's obviously trying to get rid of Millie.
"No, you deal with this emotional wreck and I will go some where for myself." Millie storms out. Macy rolls her eyes and apologizes.
"Where are your parents? They're never here." Macy asks.
"Exactly.....I don't....know" I say. I'm gasping for air through my tears again. I'm such an emotional bitch. Why do I have to cry about everything?
"Calm down," Macy rubs my back. "Tell me what happened."
"Zayn...came in here...out of...nowhere...and we...screamed....at eachother...for like...an hour... And.. He kissed me....and tried to...take off my bra." I cry even more.
"And then?" Macy asks, knowing that's not all.
"We screamed more....and then....we kissed....after he apologized to me....and you guys....you guys walked in.... And he got scared....and ran off....and said....I was all....over....him.. When he....kissed me!" Anger rushes through my tears.
"He's probably afraid Millie or I will tell Perrie." She states.
"It still hurt." I say, calming down.
"I know, I know. He'll come around. He just got afraid. He doesn't want to lose Perrie." She says. The fact she said that broke me even more.
"Then why the fuck did he kiss me?! Because he loves Perrie so much?! He told me that he wanted to feel my soft beautiful lips but I stopped him! He's so...ugh! Why can't he just fuck off! I wish he would leave me the fuck alone!" I scream. Macy jumps and sits without saying anything.
"I just can't...I can't do this... I need to leave...I need time for myself...thank you for everything you've done." I smile through my obvious pain.
"It's fine. Please be safe. Don't do anything stupid, okay?" She smiles and hugs me. I can't promise anything. I say to myself.
