After // ziall

Chapter 60

Zayn pulls out of the parking lot and I stare out the passenger window, I don't want to speak first. I need to assess his mood first. He turns the radio on and turns the volume up too loud. I roll my eyes but try to ignore it, but I can't. I hate his taste in music, it gives me an instant headache. Without asking I turn the knob down and Zayn looks over at me.

"What?" I snap.

"Woah, someone is in a pissy mood." He says.

"No, I just didn't want to listen to that and if anyone is in a bad mood it is you. You were being rude earlier then you text me and ask me to stay, I don't get it."

"I was pissed because you brought up the wedding, now that it is settled that we aren't going there is no need for me to be pissed." His tone is calm and sure.

"It is not settled, we didn't even talk about it."

"Yes we did. I told you I'm not going, so drop it Niall James."

"Well you may not be going, but I am. And I am going over to your dad's house to learn to bake with Karen this week." I tell him. He clenches his jaw and glares at me.

"You're not going to the wedding, and what are you and Karen like best friends now? You barely even know her. Why do you want to go to the wedding anyway?"

"Yes I am going to the wedding, and so what if I barely know her. I barely know you." I tell him. His face falls and I feel bad but it is true.

"Why are you being so difficult?" He says through his teeth.

"Because you aren't going to tell me what to do Zayn. It's not happening. If I want to go to the wedding I will, and I really would like if you would come with me. It could be fun, you may even have a nice time. It would mean a lot to your father and Karen, not that you care about that."

He doesn't say anything. He lets out a large breath and I stare back out the window. The rest of the ride is spent in silence, both of us too angry to speak. When we pull up to the fraternity house, Zayn grabs my bag out of the backseat and puts it over his shoulder.

"Why are you part of a frat anyway?" I ask him. I have been wanting to know the answer since I discovered his room the first time.

He takes another deep breath as we walk up the steps. "Because, by the time I agreed to come here the dorms were full and I sure as hell wasn't going to live with my father so this was one of the few options I had."

"Then why stay in?"

"Because I don't want to live with my father Niall. Besides, look at this house, it's nice and I did get the biggest room." He smirks a little. I am glad to see his anger is wearing down.

"Why don't you live off campus?" I ask him and he shrugs. Maybe he doesn't want to have to get a job. I follow him quietly up to his room and wait as he unlocks the door. What is it with him and his obsession over no one going into his room.

"Why won't you let anyone in your room?" I ask and he rolls his eyes. He sets my bag down on the floor.

"Why do you always ask so many questions?" He groans and sits on the chair.

"I don't know, why won't you answer them?" I ask but of course he ignores me.

"Can I hang up my outfit for tomorrow? I don't want it to get too wrinkled from being in my bag."

He seems to think about it for a second before he nods and stands to retrieve a hanger from his closet. I grab my clothes and hang them on the hanger.

"I have to get up earlier than usual tomorrow so I can be at the bus station by 8:45, the stop three streets over will take me two blocks away from Vance." I inform him.