Havana.
"Mom, I want to dye my hair."
"What color?" asks my mother.
"Brown."
"Oh, your natural color."
"Yep."
"I would love to see it," My mother kissed my cheek. "I'll help you do it."
I smiled and walked out of her room and back to mine. I grabbed my phone and texted Zayn.
Prepare to see a change soon.
I set my phone down and turned the TV on. Oh, American Horror Story: Freak Show was about to premiere! I'm so psyched about it! I've been watching since the first season. It's just amazing! My phone vibrated and I checked it. A text from Zayn.
Zayn:I hope it's good, lol.
Me: It will be I promise.
Zayn:Wyd?
Me:Watching American Horror Story: Freak Show. Wbu?
Zayn:Nothing much, I'm bored. That sounds like a good show. I'm coming over to watch it with you.
Me:It is, you'll love it.
I went back to watching the show and waited for Zayn to get here. 20 minutes into the show, I glanced at my window and jumped when I saw Zayn's head peering through the window.
"You scared the hell out of me!" I whisper-yelled.
"Sorry." Zayn chuckled in response, getting himself all the way through the window, kicking off his shoes and, walked to my bed. I gave him a peck on the lips and cuddled with him, and continued to watch the show.
***
"I'm scared of clowns." I said, wrapping my arm around Zayn.
"What's this bruise on your arm?" Zayn asked.
I froze. "What bruise?" I asked, lying.
He reached for the lamp light and turned it on.
"Right he-" Zayn paused. "You cut?"
"I uhm." I stalled.
"Did Chris give you that bruise?" Zayn questioned.
"No." I answered.
"You're lying for him? Are you serious right now?" Zayn got up.
"I'm not."
"Then who else could've given you that bruise? It damn well wasn't me."
I stayed silent.
"Uhm, I'm still here. Chris did it didn't he?"
"It wasn't him."
"Then who!" Zayn yelled.
"Zayn, please don't yell-"
"Tell me." Zayn gritted, as my door opened.
"What's going on in here?" Marvin asked.
"I was just leaving." Zayn grumbled, easing by him.
Marvin gave me a look and walked out, shutting my door.
I shut off my lamp light and sunk into my bed. It really wasn't Chris though. He promised to be a better a person. I just can't believe Zayn yelled at me. He knows how sensitive I am. Something as simple as that, can make me cry. I wish this night never happened.
|Uh oh! Sorry it's short. Something big in the next chapter. -Andréa|
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