Shadowed (z.m)

9.

I woke from the sun peaking in through my window. God, my whole body was stiff and I never wanted to leave the comfort of my bed. I had that nagging feeling in my stomach for just leaving Liam at the party. But then again if it hadn't been for Mr. Black Mail it probably would've been less awkward and uncomfortable.

I still couldn't believe he'd been so close to me when Perrie had been in the same house. That was a first. He'd always been careful before. My mind kept going back to all the times he lied and snuck behind her back to be with me. How could she get back with that asshole? Doesn't she have more self respect than to get treated that way and then take him back?!

As much as I hated him I couldn't ignore the feeling of just straddling him again. Shit, that'd had turned me on. But, I will get back at him.

My phone started buzzing next to my bed and I groaned, rolling over to check it. It was a text.

Lovely time last night, sorry you felt bad :(

I smiled seeing it was from Liam, relieved it wasn't from someone else. The problem was, yes Liam was hot and I'd fuck him any day, but I wasn't ready for more than that. The last time I gave my heart and soul to someone I was crushed.

Yeah, thanks for protecting me from that arse ;)

I only meant it as a joke but I still had quite a hard time believing that Liam owed Zayn money. And a lot it sounded like. Zayn had only been back in town for about two weeks and he'd already made others miserable? I just hoped that the money wasn't that kind of money, if you catch my drift.

Sorry but we both know that an angry arse is worse than an arse :/

All I sent back was just a couple haha's before checking everything else on my phone. Going in on instagram I saw lots of pictures from the party. Apparently Adelaide had been there even though I hadn't seen her. I'd been too caught up in staying away from Zayn.

Throwing my warmth off, I got up and sat on my window seat, opening the window. I couldn't have mum knowing that I smoked again, then I'd be really fucked. I lit my poison and as I did so my phone buzzed again. Sighing I reached for it, wondering what Liam would want now but when I stared at the screen it was an unfamiliar number.

I should invite you to my car more often...

An unwanted shiver crawled up my spine as I read the message over and over. How the hell did he get my number?!

Excuse me?

Was all I could send back. What else should I have written? Fuck off you sadistic bastard, felt a bit strong at this time in the morning, even for me.

But "the feeling of rejecting you is better" what bull

His cocky attitude angered me but that was soon interrupted by another text which managed to push my temper even further.

You know you want me to fuck your brains out :)

I had to stop myself from throwing my phone into the wall, smashing it. Grabbing a cushion I screamed into it. That he had the nerve! And no I do not want him to 'fuck my brains out' as he so discretely put it. It wasn't even noon and Zayn had already ruined my mood. Hell, I hadn't even been up for half an hour.

"Woah, what's got you screaming?" Chris peaked her head in through my door, slightly startling me. "Hopefully not a boy..." she muttered under her breath.

"No it's nothing." I sighed as she came in, closing my door behind her.

"I didn't expect you to come home yesterday, considering you left with Liam." She said, taking a seat opposite me, staring out onto our quiet street.