On This Roller Coaster That We Call Life-z.j.m [[discontinued]]

Chapter 4

Zayn's POV

I threw my keys onto the small, brownish coffee table by the front door, finishing off the last sip of coffee I had. I put the empty, styrophome cup down onto the coffee table, still standing. I looked around for a moment. My house is so big. Why the fuck did I buy such a big house? It’s just me in here. I moved out of my lad’s home awhile ago after I bought this house. I had originally bought it for me and Perrie. Didn’t work out so great. She doesn’t want to settle down with me. Which I guess is understandable. She’s a young, fit celebrity here. Partying all night and sleeping all day seem to be her intentions at the moment. As weird as it might sound…I kinda don’t mind that she didn’t end up moving in with me. I mean, we’re not living together now and we fight constantly. We hardly see each other at all actually. But with every visitation we do have, it ends in a fight.

I plopped myself down onto my red, corduroy couch and sighed. I’ve been sighing a lot lately. And not one of those ‘whoo,I’m tired what a good day’ sighs. More of a ‘what the fuck am I doing’ sighs. I scrolled through the contacts on my phone. Couldn’t find one person who’d want to hang out with me. Usually, I’d be with one of the boys but lately, we haven’t been hanging much. Yeah, yeah I know I act mysterious like I don’t care. But...it hurts knowing that my friends..no,brothers and I are growing apart.

My phone lit up all of a sudden. I picked it up and looked at the caller ID. Perrie. I sighed and answered. “Hey babe.” A faker than her bleached blonde hair response, “Hello baby! I’ve missed you so much!” I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, I’ve uhhh missed you too.” Another fake response. “I’ve missed you more darlin’!” I rubbed my eyes out of mainly frustration, but also out of being tired. Not sleepy tired. But of her being so goddamned fake to me tired. She’s bullshitting her way yet again through another phone conversation and I am tired of it already. “When am I gonna see my hotter than the sun babe again?” She asked simply. “I dunno, whenever you want I guess.” I heard her sigh. I shrugged at it. “So tonight?” she asked. Oh fuck..No,I’m in no mood to see her tonight. C’mon Zayn, think, think…

“I’m sorry my doll. I’m gonna be out with the guys tonight. Harry wants to go to a club. Meet some girls. Get lucky. I promised I’d go.” I could almost feel her roll her eyes at that response. “Are you serious Zayn? When are you gonna get over the fact that you have a girlfriend who’s SUPPOSED to be important to you and..” I tuned her out. I stared at the wall while she ranted on about how I suck as a boyfriend. “You’re right. I’m gonna punish myself. No phone privileges.” I hung up and instantly, a reaction to the conversation, threw my phone to the wall. I felt my breathing get heavier. I clenched my fists. I closed my eyes, trying to cool myself down. It didn’t work. “Son of a bitch!!” I yelled at the top of my lungs. My breathing only got heavier. I looked for the thing closest to me. I grabbed a pillow and threw it as hard as I could to the wall. The pillow hit a picture that was hanging there. Ahh shit, I broke a picture. That strangely calmed me down. I didn’t bother picking up the broken picture. Or my phone. I headed up stairs to my room. Fuck this night.