Bad // zaynmalik [on hold]

Chapter Eight

  I listened to the steady beat of the music inside, layered with the loud laughs and cheers from the people attending this stupid party. I rubbed my hands against my arms, the coldness of the garage finally affecting me. I wasn't sure how long I had been sitting here alone, but I didn't care. My only options were to either find Zayn and apologize- which wasn't going to happen- or sit here in silence.

I went with the latter of the two, making myself comfortable on the two person seat; which looked like it was ripped out of the back of a mini van. I remained calm, trying to come up with a plan to get back home. I wasn't in Southwood, so I couldn't just walk to my house; I was basically stranded in the outskirts of a city I've only visited twice. I was clueless at this point.

It was times like this I wish I had a cell phone. If I had one, I could call Makayla, explain my problem, and she'd be on her way to pick me up- simple! Well.. Not so much. How would I explain the whole Kyle situation? I couldn't- I can't. She'd be heart broken. But I have to-

“Ellie?” My thoughts were interrupted by a deep voice erupting into the garage.

“Ellie, are you in- Oh.” Harry turned the corner, shutting himself up once he saw me.

“There you are.” He rushed over, sitting down next to me. “I saw Zayn coming back into the house without you, and I wasn't sure what was going on. He looked pissed; are you alright?”

“I'm fine..”

“What about that guy.. Kyle? Is that his name? Did he do anything to you?”

“No, Harry, I'm fine.”

“Are you sure? Zayn looked like he was going to kill someone-”

“Harry!” The loudness of my voice forced him to stop talking. “I'm seriously fine.”

“Sorry, I was just worried..”

“Why?” I scoffed angrily. “You don't even know me? Zayn doesn't either, so why do you guys even care about me?” I spoke quickly, feeling my throat become shaky as I became slightly overwhelmed.

“Calm down..” Harry placed his arm around me, but I shook it off.

“Don't touch me? You're a stranger? I don't want to be here, and I don't know how to get home, and-” I choke. “I'm gonna throw up.”

“Ellie, you're having a panic attack.”

“No, Harry, I'm seriously going to throw up.” I took a deep breath, before shooting up out of my seat and rushing to a bucket a few feet in front of us. It all came out quickly, but made my stomach hurt since I hadn't eaten anything for a few hours. I pulled back from the bucket, and wiped my hand across my mouth, the sour taste of bile burning my tongue.

“I'm sorry..” I said quietly, my eyes focused on the ground.

“It's fine, that kind of stuff doesn't bother me.” He stood up and held his hand out to me, offering to help me stand up. I grabbed a hold and he pulled me to my feet.

“No, I'm sorry for freaking out.. I'm kind of.. I don't know. I'm not in the best mood.” I explained the best I could.

“Here, have a drink.” He passed me his beer, patting my shoulder in the process. I starred at the clear bottle, contemplating if I should drink the amber colored liquid or not. I caved, no longer caring about the aftermath. I put my mouth to the lip of the bottle, tipping it back, and filling my mouth with the bubbly drink. I quickly pulled it away, cringing from the taste.

“This is disgusting.” I cried, tempted to spit the remaining residue out.

“It's an acquired taste.” Harry defended, letting himself fall back onto the chair.