Damaged Goods // Z.M (slow updates~editing)

Chapter 26 Friendly fued

Zayn's Pov

I noticed how Rose was acting after whatever she was doing after spending the evening with Harry. I do not know what the fuck is going on but I don't like it. After i dropped Rose of at her place I immediately drove back to my house. I entered the house and slammed the door shut. I placed my keys in the bowl that was on top of the table in the the little room when you entered the house. I starred at the vase full of dead flowers. Lola our maid should really come by quick and remove this shit. I peered into the living room and no one was there. I walked towards the stairs. We had to set of stairs which led to the same place.

"Harry!" I called out as I went up the stairs. On top of the stairs there was a a hallway that led all around the house. So basically you could run in circles in this house. Multiple pictures of all of us were hanged up on the walls. My eyes rested on a picture of Harry and myself. I felt a sting of jealousy course through me.

"Harry!" I yelled again. I walked towards his room which of course is at the end of this house. I banged on his door. Getting more infuriating by the second. He opens the door and he is rubbing his eyes, like if he just woken up from a nap.

"What's up man?" He asks.

"I don't know you tell me." I say. He looks at me like if i grew a second head. "What's going with you and Rose?" I ask.

"What are you talking about?" He asks.

"Don't play with me Harold, what the fuck is going on with you and Rose?" I pin him against the wall. Harry now looks pissed.

"First of all get your fucking hands off me." He pushes me away. "Second there's nothing going on with me and Rose, She's my friend. Where the fuck is all of this coming from?" He waves his hands between us.

"Why are you all suddenly so close to her? What the bloody hell is this thing you two are doing?" Harry just smiles a smug grin.

"Nothing Zayn, now let it go." He pushes me out off his room and slams the door shut. I hear the click of the lock. Bastard.

Rosalie's Pov

When i wake up I check the time. It's early, but deciding that i should take this extra time and get ready without rushing. I walk into my bathroom. I flip the switch and groan when only the air vent turns on. I climb onto the sink and hit the light with my fist. One hit and it flickers. I hit it again and it lights up. I strip from my clothes and turn on the shower. I grimace as the brown water rushes our and then clear water comes out. I seriously need another job so i can move out of this place to a more decent home.

I grab my boobs well because i can. My C cups are annoying, sometimes i wished i had smaller boobs, but i don't. I step into the shower, the pressure sucks compared to the one in Zayn's bathroom. And this water is a bit more cold even when i have it almost at the end of the red line.

I was shampooing my hair when the light turns off. "Oh fuck me!" I groan. I rest me head on the shower wall.

"I'll be glad too sweetheart." I hear my neighbor yell. I forget these walls are paper thin. I shudder at his response.

"Fuck off." I yell.

"Sheesh i was just joking." He yells back.

"Yeah whatever." I tell him.

"I just moved in here. I thought my new neighbors would be nice i guess not." He says. I laugh at myself I am having a conversation with a total stranger and we're both yelling through the walls.

"Well welcome to this shitty place where the lights turn off and the water comes out brown at first. I hope you like your stay." I say to him. I hear him laugh. I finish washing the shampoo out of my hair in total darkness. The guy doesn't respond back and i just shrug my shoulders. I wonder who the new tenant is. I blow dry my hair and brush it into a bun. I apply light make up to my face. Just the basics like always. Mascara and eyeliner and some concealer. The cold air is making goosebumps appear on my skin.  And the wet towel wasn't helping this situation. I quickly run out the room. I dressed into my usual uniform. Glancing at the clock i still had forty minutes to get to work. I chose this time to get my mail. Not being home for almost two weeks there must be a lot of letters. Got my mail keys and walked to the elevator.