•Coming Soon• That Bradford Bad Boy

Questioned

Turns out Zayn knew the pizza guy and the pizza guy thought Zayn was gonna answer the door.

Whatever.

It got a little later and I decided to go home. Zayn offered me a ride but I rejected it.

I eventually ended up back at my house.

Taylor had already gotten home when I got there.

All I wanted to do was go to sleep. But once I walk into the house I realized that wouldn’t happen for a while.

“Where were you?” my mom automatically asks.

“Taylor and I went to see the town. I told Jay to tell you.”

“First of all you need to tell me what you’re doing, not tell someone else to tell me. Second Taylor got home an hour ago, where were you that whole time?”

I had no idea what Taylor had already told them but all I knew was that I couldn’t lie too much.

“We went to get breakfast and I, uh, got sick so I left and went shopping without her.”

“You should have told someone or something, and if you’re lying we will find out.”

“Yeah, I know.” I say starting up the stairs. At least they never found out.

I was about to walk in my room when Taylor comes out of hers.

“Hey, have you checked your phone lately? Michael said he’s been texting you but you haven’t answered.”

“I haven’t lately. Thanks.” I reach into my bag and realize my phone wasn’t in it. I check my pockets and then start to freak out.

“You lost your phone didn’t you?” 

“Yes. Kind of. I don’t know where I left it.” I say sorting through my bag.

“Here, I’ll call it.” Taylor says taking her phone out of her pocket.

Before she can there was a chiming, melodic sound. It was the doorbell.

Taylor and I rush to the top of the stairs and look down to the front door, just to see my mom holding the door open.

For Zayn.

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My mouth drops open. Damn. He was holding a small, blue rectangle in his hand.

My phone. Well so much for my lie.

I couldn’t completely hear what they were saying but I could get bits and pieces of the conversation.

“I think… left…phone.” The voice obviously belonged to Zayn.

My mom takes the phone from his hand and stares at Zayn. Her voice was louder. Probably because she was agitated and didn’t even realize that she was being loud.

“Uh, how did you get her phone?” my mom asks.

My mom’s raised voice must have made Zayn sense that he should talk louder as well.

“I think she accidently left it at my place.” He says, rubbing the back of his neck.

Damn. Did he really just say that?

I could feel Taylor staring at the side of my face.

I don’t bother trying to explain to her why I was at his apartment.

My dad ends up right there next to my mom.

“Who was at your house?” he says staring at Zayn.

Zayn looked a little more intimidated when he shows up.

Zayn must have realized that he had backed up some, because he straitens himself up.

“Amber was. Is there a problem?” He asks defiantly.

My dad frowns. “You can go now.” He says.

Zayn shrugs and walks back out of the door and my dad slams the door behind him.

I rush down the stairs boldly, before my dad can yell at me to come.

I walk right up to my mom, take my phone from her, march back upstairs, and then lock my door when I get inside my room.

I was probably grounded, not just for having an attitude while getting my phone, but also for the whole Zayn thing, even though they didn’t even know the whole story.

I get in my bed and pull out my ear buds, sticking them in my ears, not wanting to hear them question me.

I look at my phone and it turns out Michael had texted me various times.

I turn the music all the way up and put my phone down. I didn’t feel like answering Michael. I didn’t want to talk to Taylor about what happened after I left the diner. I certainly didn’t want to listen to my parents badger me about Zayn. I just wanted to get lost in my own thoughts. And that’s what I did.

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Short update sorry, but yeah. i had all these last few updates written down but i never put them up. but now im out of updates so now ill have to start writting them. ugh. im really sore from pe.