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Scarlett's heart dropped once she read the text. Niall and her haven't spoken in months since she moved in with Zayn. Instead of answering she slipped her phone back into her pocket and continued her journey back to the apartment she shared with Zayn; occasionally when he wasn't with his new girlfriend, Gigi.
She tossed her now empty hot chocolate into the trash on the corner before trotting up the steps of the apartment next door. Her keys jingled as she searched for the correct one.
"Fucking hell..." Scarlett muttered when her keys fell to the ground. "I don't feel like bending, my god." Then with a huff and a puff, she bent down to retrieve the keys.
"You're so lazy!"
Scarlett looked up to see Zayn poking his head out the window above her.
"And you're keys are so loud, why must you have so many keychains on it?" he chuckled.
"You've been watching me struggle this entire time and haven't even thought to maybe, I don't know, unlock the door?!" she yelled up at him. Zayn shook his head and shrugged his shoulders then proceeded to shut his window. "Asshole."
Scarlett finally found the right key and slipped it into the lock. Once she entered, she jogged up the small flight of stairs to Zayn's room, barging in without a knock. He sat at his wooden desk, doodling away in his journal.
Without turning around he spoke, "Job well done Scarlett, you got the truth out there. I'm very proud of you."
She smiled, "Thank you. Niall texted me." Zayn spun around, his eyes wide with excitement.
"What did he say? What did you say? Did you answer? Please tell me you answered." he babbled.
Scarlett giggled, pulling out her phone to show Zayn the text message. "He just said good job, like you."
"Well are you going to answer? You've left him on read for 25 minutes now, he's probably freaking out."
She bit her lip and nodded. "I don't know what to say. Just 'Thanks' or 'Fuck you, you Irish bastard'?"
Zayn laughed loudly. "Scarlett, he's finally coming around, you can't just ignore him and hold a grudge."
"Don't you think I deserve to hold a grudge after that Hell that boy's put me through?" Scarlett questioned. "But to top it all off, he's mad at me for moving out here with you. Absolutely ridiculous."
"You chose to live an ocean away from him with his ex band mate. I'd be mad too."
"Zayn!"
He put his hand up in mock surrender. "I'm just playing Devil's Advocate! But really Scarlett, you need to answer him and rekindle what you both had back in England. You're both made for each other, I ship you guys so fucking hard."
She shook her head as laughter poured from her mouth. "I'm just gonna say thank you." And with that she fled his room, closing the door behind her.
Thanks, Ni. x
Scarlett walked across the hall to her room and threw her phone down on her bed, kicking her shoes off in the process. Then she removed her many layers of clothing and slipped into a pair of sweatpants and an old T-shirt. She traipsed over to her vanity, taking out a make up wipe and removing the paint from her face.
In the reflection of the mirror she could see her phone glow. Without hesitation she sprinted and jumped onto the bed, retrieving her rose gold iPhone. She unlocked it to see another notification from Niall.
You look great btw, beautiful really x
Her cheeks flushed immediately, butterflies erupting in her stomach. She hated that he made her feel this way still. He was so cruel to her but she can't find a way to make the feelings stop. Before she could type back, her door flung open revealing her roommate.
"I heard your phone vibrate, what did he say?" Zayn questioned. Scarlett squealed from fright, throwing a pillow at the intruder. "Tell me!"
"He told me I look great." she blushed.
"What a dog, send him a picture of your tits."
"Zayn!"
"Sorry!" he laughed. "You do look great though, keep it up toots."
She raised an eyebrow at him as he descended into his room once more. "I'm not sending him nudes." she whispered to herself.
Aw shucks, you sure do know how to make a girl blush now don't you Mr.Horan?
