another love || z.m.

Payton

Sorry if it's a bit short, summer break is on and I've been busy!

"Payton..."

"Payton."

"Pay, babe," I turned over to face him.

"Your phone is ringing off the hook. Go answer it." I huffed and got up.

I walked over to my phone, groggily rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. I picked it up and answered it, not regaining enough energy to read the caller ID.

"Hello?" I couldn't even recognize my own voice.

"Payton!" My mother shouted.

"Stop shouting!" I retaliated.

"Excuse you?" She said.

"Sorry," I mumbled and turned around to look at Zayn who was laying crooked on the bed, halfway under the sheets, with his head upside down, hanging off the bed. His eyes watched me as I spoke to my mother.

"Yeah. You are damn right. I haven't heard from you in two days, Payton. Two days! No calls, no texts, I haven't seen your face! I don't mind if you are staying with Lena, just please tell me so I don't think you are dead!" She yelled and I wondered how Zayn couldn't hear her, seeing as he was wonderfully calm on the bed.

"Oh, I'm not with Lena," I said, and realized it was a mistake as soon as I said it.

"Well, who are you with, then?" I looked over to Zayn getting out of bed and walking into the bathroom.

"I'm with Zayn," I confessed.

"Who?" I forgot she didn't know about him.

"Umm, he's my new friend, and-"

"Wait, you've been with a boy?" She shrieked.

"Yes," I mumbled. "But it's not-"

"No! That's fine! Just be safe! I love you!" I heard her squeal and call Kaleb.

"Mom," I huffed.

"I would like to see your face soon, though. Come home tonight, okay?" She ignored me and I just mumbled a quick sure before hanging up.

"What was all that?" Zayn asked, leaning against the door frame of the bathroom with just boxers on.

"My mom, I haven't told her I was staying with you. I haven't really told anyone, I guess," I said and scratched my head.

"Lena knows, I know that much," he pointed to me as he walked to his chest of drawers.

"Hold do you know I told Lena?" I laughed.

"Whenever I see her in the hallways, she tries to throw me a condom," he said.

My mouth hung open and I flushed a bright red. "Has she really done that?" He nodded. I covered my face with my hands and sat on the edge of the unmade bed.

"It's fine, I don't catch them. She kind of just hits me with them," he shrugged and pulled on some jeans. "Your jeans are in the dryer," he said and I started to walk downstairs.

I retrieved my clothes from the dryer downstairs, and carried them back upstairs. I walked straight into the bathroom and slipped my bra and panties on. I put my dry skinny jeans-that were now three days old-on. I slipped my tank top over my head and walked out, ready to ask Zayn for a shirt.

He was already holding out a denim button up. I took it from him with a thank you and put it on. I decided to leave it open to reveal my white tank top. I left my hair down, it was doing a cool beach wave thing today.