New Roomie (Zarry AU)

5. Come Inside

Harry’s POV

“Is Niall home?” I ask through the door.

“F*ck off,” Liam growls. God, he sounds like a guard dog.

“I want to speak to Niall. Please?” I knock again.

“So after you treat Niall like shit you expect him to let you in? There’s a cactus in the front garden; why don’t you screw it? Because the last thing we’re doing is letting you in. Plus why would you come here? Aren’t you homophobic?”

“I’m not homophobic,” I state, “I just, I’m sorry okay?”

“What are you doin’ ‘ere?” Niall asks, walking with a bag of groceries. So he wasn’t even inside – f*cking hell Liam!

“I need some help,” I look him in the eyes.

Niall laughs, “So now you come runnin’ back. You know that we don’t want to talk to you anymore, right?”

I sigh, “I know.”

“So you can leave now. I’ll see you at school on Monday,” Niall then unlocks his door and shuts it behind him.

Prince jumps off of my arms and starts running in the direction that we came from.

“Prince!” I call him, but he’s persistent. He’s running faster and faster, and I chase after him. I might not run faster than the cat, but I have an idea on where he’s going.

Home.

I get home and catch my breath, just as I see Prince jump over the fence to the backyard.

“Prince?” I more ask rather than call, “Come here.”

He completely ignores me and goes to his bowl of water, drinking from it.

I sigh and lean back against the wall; hopefully Robin can’t see me from here. I feel tears brimming in my eyes as I pull my knees towards my chest, bag leaning against the fence beside me. I had it all. I had a some-what perfect family, a good group of friends, and now I have nowhere to stay, except for Louis’, but I think I couldn’t deal with him on a twenty four seven basis.

If worst comes to worst, I will go to his place. But in the meantime, I’m good where I am. Louis won’t even answer my calls.

I can hear Zayn’s motorbike motor when it arrives on the street, and the sun was starting to set. I hate this. Zayn's about to see me all like this and he's going to call me a p*ssy and just...ugh! This day can not get any worse.

I got a text, “Yooo bitch! Just got my nails done. I’ve got glitter nails now! Oh and stop calling, I don’t like my ring tone for you. I’ll let you know when I change it so you can call me again. Toodles xx”

I chuckle and put my phone back in my pocket as Zayn pulls up and eyes me. The text had lightened my spirit a bit, but to see Zayn looking down at me like this, I felt slightly intimidated.

“What the hell are you doing?” he asks me, “Are you crying?”

“What no!” I yell, “Just…kicked out.”

“You got kicked out?” he chuckles, “Found your drugs?”

“Yep,” I pop the ‘p’.

“Come inside,” Zayn gestures to his unit, “Stay with me.”

“What? No!” I stand up. So today could get worse.

“Okay then, stay out here in the cold. But when your d*ck freezes and falls off, don’t come crying to me,” Zayn pulls his motorbike in to the side of his unit.