another love || z.m.

Payton

I waited for Zayn by the front door for at least twenty minutes before walking home by myself.

I walked down the sidewalks, up my driveway, and into my house without any company. I usually have Lena with me, but I was expecting Zayn and he let me down. I asked him to come over, and he said he would.

I decided to talk to Lena. I asked her for Zayn's number and I got a response seconds later which had Zayn's contact information. I saved the number to my contacts, then called him.

"Hello?" His raspy voice sounded through the speakers after three rings.

"Zayn? It's Payton," I answered.

"Oh, hey," he sounded like he was either busy or didn't want to talk.

"I was just wondering where you were. I waited for you..." I trailed off.

"Oh, yeah, umm, I decided to just go on home."

"You should've told me, I was worried."

"Yeah, well, I have got to go."

"Okay, talk to you later?"

"Unlikely," he said before I threw my phone. I was so pissed at him for acting like this.

I walked across the room to where my phone was, picked it up, and placed it in my pocket. I marched over to my front door and stomped out of my house.

I made my way over to Zayn's house and arrived in about fifteen minutes. I walked up to his front door and pounded my fist on the door.

"Zayn!" I yelled.

"Go away!" He yelled back.

"No! Let me in." I slowed my knocking.

I heard the locks click and I straightened my posture.

"What do you want? I just talked to you," he said, peeking out the small opening in the door.

"I want to know what your problem is. You left without speaking to me, you said unlikely when I suggested we would talk later, what is up?" I huffed.

"I-" I gestured for him to continue.

"What?"

"I don't want to interfere," he spat the last word with plenty venom.

"Interfere?" He nodded. "With what?"

"Brent."

"Br-" I thought. "Oh! Don't worry about him."

"He seemed pretty serious when he claimed you."

"He did what?" I yelled. He opened the door wider and I stepped in. He led me to the couch and sat down beside me.

"He came to talk to me, after American Lit, and he said that I should stay away from you because you're his."

"Zayn, Brent is my ex-boyfriend. I broke up with him last year. He is very... possessive." I tried to explain.

"I noticed," he huffed.

"Don't worry about him. He wouldn't hurt a fly. He just acts tough," I said and patted his thigh.

"Okay," he trailed.

"Why were you so worried?" I asked, my focus elsewhere.

"About what?"

"About me belonging to someone."

"Oh," he looked away as soon as I looked back at him.

"Hmm?" I egged him on.