I Don't Need You (A Zayn Malik Fan Fiction)

Chapter 23 ~ Just Another Day

Chapter 23 ~ Kali

"No, you can NOT call Romeo a fucking twat!", I pull Harry's laptop away from him. 

We're sitting on his couch working on this project for AP Lit. We had to take a piece of Shakepeare's work and analyze it. We've decided on Romeo and Juliet. My choice actually because Harry doesn't know how to makeup his mind. 

"And why not? Who the hell meets a girl, falls in love with her, has sex, gets married, and then kills himself over her in a span of like three days?!", he throws his hands up in frustration. 

I roll my eyes, "Why don't you write something like that instead of calling him a fucking twat? You do know I know you're smart right?" He shrugs and mumbles a yeah. "Then act like it please!"

"Fine, okay. Do you want something to drink?", he offers as he stands up.

"Just water would be great", I smile at him. 

He nods walking into his kitchen. We've decided to split the work. I analyze Juliet and her actions along with the rest of the Montagues. Harry analyzes Romeo and the Capulets. This is a reason I chose this piece of work. We both have an equal side to work with. 

He walks back in with a can of Pepsi and a bottle of water. Handing me the water he sits back in his spot. "Why don't we take a break? We've been working since we got here, it's been an hour."

"Just let me finish this-HEY!", he slams my laptop shut. 

"Break time", he says sternly. 

I roll my eyes, "Okay. I need to make a call anyway". I get up, walking into his kitchen I dial Zayn's number. He hasn't been responding to my texts and I'm a bit worried. No I'm not clingy but usually he'll send me a quick "Hey I'm busy" or something like "Middle of work. text later" So yeah, i'm a bit worried. 

The phone rings, rings, and keeps ringing. I sigh as I get his voicemail, great. "Hey Zayn! Just wondering what's up. I won't be able to come over tonight. Um I've tried texting you but I don't know if you've got them. I'm at Harry's, you weren't at school to pick me up..again. We're working on our paper, everything is fine. I'll talk to you later. Ummmm, I love you". I let out a huff as I press the end button. I have no idea what's wrong. He's probably just busy, that's it. 

I turn around only the have the living day light scared out of me. "Holy shit Harry! How long have you been there?", his expression is kind of unreadable and I think he might of heard my last words to Zayn's voice mail. 

"Just walked in when you ended your call", his voice sounds real monotone. "How'd it go?"

"Oh, fine...", I shrug and shove my phone into my right, front pocket. The look in his eyes tells me he heard me say I love you. 

"Want to watch some telly?", he points to the living room.

The fact that he didn't question me is kind of shocking but also relieving. I smile, "Yeah that sounds great". He pushes the door open and actually holds it for me as I walk past. Wow, I'm actually a bit scared. 

I sit back in my spot on the couch and sit cross legged and pull my laptop onto my lap. Harry grabs the remote and flops on the couch. Turning on the telly he flips through the channels till he finds some comedy. 

When I feel he's immersed enough into the show I open my laptop and start typing away. 'Honestly, Juliet could have handled the situation so much better. She could have gotten her act together and just ran away with Romeo while her parents were asleep. Did she really need to-'I stop typing when my phone starts going off with Zayn's ringtone.