Why Dont We Imagines & preferences

{Fight} Z.H

"I'm home" I yelled as I walked in through the door to the Why Don't We house. My hands were full of groceries because these boys dont know how to shop for themselves.

"No one cares" Zach yelled. 

"And I guess you wouldn't care if I took all these groceries back to the store and return them? Along with the Chipotle I bought and leave you to starve?" I asked. As soon as the word Chipolte left my mouth, Zach was scrambling to his feet to get the food. 

He ran into the kitchen with a smile in his face but it soon fell as he noticed there was no chipotle. 

"Chipotle?" He asked walking up to me. 

I just continued to put away the bags full of food. 

"There is none but since you're here, can you help me unload the food?" I asked, pulling the milk from the freezer bag. 

"Do it yourself" he snarled. 

"Zach it wouldn't kill you to help me!" I called after him as he started to walk away.

"Wouldn't kill you either" he yelled back.

"I've been busting my ass all day waiting tables, plus I was the only waiter on today, then I go grocery shopping for you, constantly getting hit on by a creep old man who wouldn't stop following me and then having to carry everything in myself, all the while you have been sitting here on your fat ass all day long. Get your lazy ass back here and help" I argued. 

"My lazy ass has been working on song lyrics all day thank you very much. Plus, you need to bust your ass off waiting tables so you can help pay rent sweetheart" he smirked as he leaned against the door frame. 

"I do pay the rent thank you very much, I also pay for all the groceries, I'm a fucking waitress Zach, I'm not famous and have loads of money but it seems I'm spending mine were its actually needed instead on the useless shit you buy" I spat. 

"Honey, we are wealthy because we don't spend our money like you do. We don't buy clothes and shoes like you do" 

"Walk up to my fucking closet Zach. I have 2 pairs of old worn out shoes, a few pairs of pants and a few shirts along with underwear. The last time I actually bought something nice for myself was a year ago and it was a fucking tattoo. Something that I won't just use or throw out right away. I bust my ass off at work and I really dont appreciate having to run down to the grocery store and pick up food, then get back here, put everything away and then have to clean up after you! God I'm not your fucking maid Zach so grow the hell up!" I yelled. I finally had enough of this bull shit and walked away from the food. I pushed past Zach who had an unreadable expression on his face due to my sudden outburst, "assface" I muttered as his eyes followed me to my room.

I walked into my room and slammed the door shut. A picture fell off my wall and I heard the glass break underneath it. I cursed under my breath as I walked over it. I slowly picked it up and looked at the damage. 

The glass was shattered all over the floor, the wooden frame fell, but the picture was fine. 

I studied the glossy piece of paper, it was when I first moved in with the boys. We just met that day, the day we moved in. I got the smallest bedroom seeing as though I had the least amount of stuff. The other boys all shared a room except Zach. We all looked so happy as my mom took the photo when we were in the middle of laughing at a joke Zach told. The way he was looking  at me caught me off guard all the time. He only looked at me like that when I wasn't talking to him or paying attention to him, basically when he could without being caught. It was something like love but the  way we bickered when the boys weren't around told me different.