Switched | Zayn Malik AU

Confused

IMPORTANT AUTHOR'S NOTE AT THE END OF THE CHAPTER! :) Please answer the questions

Zayn's POV

I don't think she ever wants to see me again.

I've been calling and texting her but it felt like she's made it her life goal to ignore me.

I honestly didn't know what I was supposed to say to her, but I'll do whatever it takes, no matter how difficult it may be.

"Dude, she's in Styles's house." Louis said as he gets off the phone with someone. I noticed that he was quite angry, but he's probably just tired from cleaning the mess from last night's party.

"You sure?"

"I just got off the phone with a very reliable source." He replied. Good. The last thing I want to do now is to chase someone who isn't even in the direction I was running to.

"Okay, great. Let's go." I said as I tossed the keys to Louis.

"Why?" He said while tossing them back to me.

"What do you mean "Why?", we're gonna get me my girl!"

"Okay, first of all, she's not "your girl", she has a boyfriend. And second of all, what are you going to say when you get there?"

What Louis said made sense, but my drive was pushing me a bit further to the point wherein I don't even care what to say anymore. I had to get there, I had to see her.

"I don't care. Just... drive me there."

"Okay, but only because I know you can get yourself in a car accident if I don't." Louis said while going out of the mansion.

We went into the car and drove to Styles's house. Just as we reached the house, Louis got out of the car.

"Dude, I'll be leaving now to meet Edward. You going to be okay?" Louis asked.

I nodded because I knew I didn't have a choice.

I knocked and the door, but no one was answering. I looked up the window to see if anyone was home, but the lights were all out and there was no movement.

I called Constance one last time but still was rejecting my calls. I was already hopeless, so I left.

The next day at school, Constance wasn't talking to me. Everytime I would approach her, she would run away.

I felt so powerless.

Constance's POV

If there was one thing I was absolutely good at, it was running away. Figuratively. I could effortlessly get out of any situation. But this time, I couldn't run away from Zayn. It felt like some force was drawing me into him and I can't do anything about it.

The force being the janitor's closet.

Yup, Zayn pulled me into the janitor's closet while I was on my way to my next class.

I turned my back on him to escape, but he hugged my waist so I just stopped struggling.

"Please, tell me what's wrong because you're driving me crazy." He said while turning me around and gently pushing me downwards so I could sit down.

"YOU'RE driving me crazy. What makes you think you can do that?"

"Do what? You're the one who told me to share whatever I had with the world!"

"No, I mean... were you singing that song for me?"

"Yeah... did you.. like it?" Zayn said while scratching his head.