Ordained

Chapter Six

Friend

It took a while for me to calm down. Zayn was presumably fast asleep upstairs in his bed, the alcohol probably erasing his memory from the incident that occurred about an hour before. Whether he remembered our argument in the morning or not didn't matter to me. It was obvious he was cheating. It sounds so cliché and tacky to say that, it's like it should have been expected from the start; the bad boy player with a posh inexperienced good girl and all of that, but even when we first admitted our feelings to each other, him being unfaithful wasn't even on my mind. I never truly did expect this.

I was curled up on the sofa yet again, wrapped in the woollen blanket that created warmth and comfort for me as I wiped tears from my eyes and cheeks, sniffling like I had the flu. I smiled for some reason. I smiled because I could see myself on one of them tacky TV shows. That's how cliché and predictable my situation was at that moment in time.

I decided I would sleep on the sofa that night to avoid Zayn's presence until everything was calm again. I rose from the sofa still wrapped in the blanket, and made my way up the stairs to retrieve my phone from a small travel bag I placed up there earlier. I did my best to tiptoe up the stairs, only now and again did a stair creak, barely audible but it still made me make funny faces.

I eventually made it to the top of the stairs without sounding like an earthquake and made my way towards the bedroom. It was silent. Moonlight shone through the curtains, igniting the area where he slept peacefully with a blueish calming light. Zayn was still fully dressed laying on top of the duvet, snoozing away as if he had no care in the world. One of his arms were hanging off the side of the bed, only his chest made movement as he breathed calmly.

I bent down to my bag near the doorway and carefully routed through the bag in search for my mobile. It was so dark, my angling wasn't very accurate as I was blocking the little light available to me. I cursed under my breath a few times before I found my phone. It was almost dead, and being a lover of my mobile I hurried to find a charger. I dug out the charger from my bag and made my way downstairs as quietly as I could, and then proceeded to find a plug where I connected the charger and my phone. When it vibrated I opened the phone and read some messages I hadn't noticed came through.

From Dad: hope you got home safely. Love you x

I smiled at the least recent message and replied back saying everything is fine and I loved him too.

The last and most recent message from about half an hour ago caught my eye the most.

From Harry: Hey Orla! I heard you were back in London. How was Scotland? You're probably tired and might not reply but erm, do you fancy meeting for a coffee tomorrow? y'ano to catch up and stuff? it'll be nice to see you. H x

I raised a brow in confusion. I wasn't expecting a text from Harry at all and it bewildered me really. It seemed a little out of the blue.

To Harry: Scotland was great. Could have been better I guess but things should be looking up soon :) Coffee sounds great x

I yawned as I sent the message. I was looking forward to seeing Harry the next day. It would be a nice distraction, it would create space between me and Zayn as I built up the courage to confront him. I was still fearing the worst. I still feared my gut was right all along and I was well and truly losing him already, so soon.

Harry replied almost instantly.

From Harry: Oh you're awake! I didn't wake you did I? You can tell me all about it tomorrow, we've all missed you anyway. How about the café near school at about 12? H x

I replied,

To Harry: No you didn't. It's been a long night :P I'm going to sleep soon, though. Missed you all too. 12 is good x