Good to be bad .

Chapter 17 .

He says nothing as we make the short journey to his house , his jaw is tense and he's holding my hand a little to tightly that its beginning to Hurt .

I don't think he realises he's doing it .

Am I annoying him with my toiletry needs because I could of just gone home and hoped that when mom opened the door she wouldn't notice my demure .

He opens the gate quietly and leads us up the narrow short path to his small pretty two story grey semidetached house .

"You'll need to be quick. Go straight up the stairs it's on the right and when your done wait for me outside " he warns and I nod my head while he opens the door .

He pushes me inside , into the pokey but classy hallway and he pushes me towards the step of the stairs .

"Be quick " he whispers and I tip toe up the dark wooden stairs .

Maybe his parents are asleep ,
If I had a key I could of just gone home ... But I'm curious , too Curious not to accept his offer .

I'm quick in the bathroom and I curse quietly at the loud sound of the toilet flushing .
I take a minute to fix my hair and wipe the make up that's making it way south of my eyes .

I sneak back into the upstairs hallway and I hear hushed angry voices coming from the kitchen ? .

His parents must be up , are they mad ? I hope I haven't gotten him into trouble .
I creep down the stairs stopping half way when I hear Zayn's voice .

"We're not doing this again .. Stop it " he snaps but his voice is low and comes out sounding like a threat .

"Your drunk again ?" he snaps with a low growl and I inwardly panic .
Shit .. Should I just leave ?

I should wait outside like he said but before I know it I'm creeping up the hallway towards the hushed voices .

My sober self would have come to my senses by now but I'm not at my full senses .
I'm giddy , high and defiantly feeling brave .

"He puts this roof over your head .. " A female voice shouts and it startles me .

I turn the corner and I confidently stand at the doorway to the kitchen .

A older woman is sat at the kitchen table dressed in a pink silk dressing gown drinking vodka from a crystal glass .

"No mom " he snaps and
Immediately they both look up , I blush and look to my feet straight away .

That's his mom ? She's not Pakistani so he must get it from his Dad .

"I thought I told you wait outside " Zayn growls at me and I swallow the nervous lump in my throat .

"I'm sorry il wait outside " I reply quietly .

"No wait , who's your friend " she asks and she offers me a kind pearly white smile .

"She's nobody " Zayn replies and I knot my fingers together nervously .
I'm nobody to him ?

She pours a measurement of vodka into a glass and she slides it across the table , offering me seat with a nod .

I ignore Zayn's piercing gaze and I take a seat awkwardly across the table from her .

"Looks like you do with a drink " she scoffs and again I blush furiously cupping the glass in my hands .
I bet she knows what we have been doing but she doesn't seem fazed .

"What are you doing ?" he asks but he's speaking to his mother who shrugs her shoulders .

I bet she's very Pretty under that heavy make up , her long blonde hair is straight and just comes as far as her chest , her fingers are dripping in gold rings . Her lipstick is smudged and she has panda eyes .
But regardless she looks like she's a well kept woman just like this house but she looks tired , emotionally and physically .