Loving You Still {Z.M}

One

Esme.

I lie in my bed, my back towards the bedroom door. I decided to leave the two boys alone downstairs, and go upstairs. I didn't want to listen to them saying I made the wrong decision on coming back here and leaving the school. I felt as if this was the right choice and no one can change my mind about that.

When I first met Zayn, and throughout the days of our relationship he told me he would support whatever I did. Apparently, that was a lie because he's not supporting me in this choice I made. I know my mother is going to be mad about this, since she was beyond excited when I got my acceptance letter to one of the hardest programs.

I hear the front door shut downstairs indicating my mother is finally home from work. My mother is a nurse, and works weird hours. She manages to buys groceries and keep the fridge stocked from Brayden and Zayn. God knows he doesn't have a house. I tell myself that she won't kill me with her bare hands because she probably doesn't want to spend time in a jail and burying her daughter. I get out of the bed before opening my bedroom door.

I hear no yelling so I would assume that's it's safe for my entrance. I walk into the kitchen, my mom wearing her navy blue scrubs as she listens to whatever Brayden is saying. Good lord, I walked in at the wrong moment. Right when I step in, my moms hazel eyes snap towards me. I'm seriously going to be murdered.

"What is wrong with you Esme? Leaving that program after talking about it for months?" My mom asks me, and I let out a sigh. My eyes then glare at my older brother who has a look of smugness on his face. I walk towards the island taking a seat. I told my arms in front of me.

"I wanted to be back home. I realized I needed to spend my senior year of high school with people I love. You, Brayden, Justine. Zayn. Even though I could actually kill that boy in this second." The last sentence is grumbles but it's not unheard because Brayden is laughing next to me.

"You could've called or something. We could have picked you up from the airport. Christmas is next week after all. I should shower and get some food. I have to work another shift tonight." My mom states shaking her head, she smiles at my brother and I and leaves the room.

"Is my asshole of a boyfriend still here?" I ask, my voice coming out snappy. He didn't even come up to my bedroom to make sure I made the right choice or even asked me why. He stayed down here, things have certainly changed that's for sure.

"No he left about twenty minutes ago. He wanted to say bye, but I told him if he wanted to leave with his dick attached to his body then he would leave you alone." Brayden replies and my hand instantly comes in contact to his arm. I hate my brother. I really do.

"I hate you. Very much." I state standing up as Brayden laughs softly. I walk towards the fridge, opening it as I grab a vitamin water and turning around. I look over at my brother, he's actually turned into a good person. He's came around the Zayn subject, and I got my big brother back.

"Do you want to go get coffee?" I ask softly, just wanting to spend some time with my brother. Brayden nods as he stands up. I smile softly as I place my water back into the fridge as I follow Brayden towards the hallway. We haven't had a day to ourselves in a while.

He drives us towards Starbucks because that's my favorite coffee place. We walk inside the place, and the sweet smell of pastries and coffee. Brayden tells me he will order my coffee and get me a pastry item. I find us a table close to the wall, I grab my phone before I smile seeing some messages of my friends from Australia saying they miss me.

Brayden sits down in front of me pushing two chocolate cake pops in my direction. I grin before I unwrap one and take a bite of the gooey deliciousness. I'm always a weakling when it comes to chocolate.