Fight Me ||Zayn Malik au

Chapter Thirteen

Goal: Try not to pass out at the attractiveness of this media and hopefully get some more votes and such. :) Here we go, game face! (Bursts into Mary Lambert opera) don't worry guys Zayn will be back next chapter -Meg

Heather's POV

October has come and gone, its mildly chilly days opening us New Yorkers to the freaking freezing November month. It only gets worse from here unfortunately for a few months but I don't mind much. I love cuddling next to fires on cold winter nights, I know its cliche but guess what I don't care.The poor month of October flew by, lost in the turmoil of my life and the drama that seems to be a living entity in it now.

I have been trying to juggle: ballet, boxing, Sydney, grades, Niall and then, my, I guess he is my boyfriend, Harry. I'm not really sure what Harry and I are exactly, he kissed me that one night after the most horrid of first dates I believe and he has been kissing me a lot lately but he never moves further from there. I like that. Some of the kisses are nice, some are very rough but all in all I don't mind Harry's kisses. He is currently sprawled out at the foot of my bed, his long frame hanging hysterically off the ends by great margins. His green eyes are crinkled with concentration as he tries and fails to understand his Spanish text book. I took German in high school so my only help is a word of encouragement and my outstanding self-control to not laugh at his cute little confused face.
He must have felt my eyes on him because a moment later Harry turned his head towards me, abandoning the text book for a moment.

"Whats up sweetie? Why are you staring?" This was something new as well, Harry was now using pet names for me, furthering my suspicion that we are in fact dating even though he never asked me. I guess that's what society has come to anymore. I just smile at him and return my focus to my calculus text book. I asked Harry to help me with math since he is some kind of prodigy at the shit but I am severely lacking. Every time I ask him for help he just kind of kisses my cheek, laughs a little which is kind of insulting and explains it like it is the easiest thing in the world.

The front door slams and I freeze, my dad and brother are home and I haven't introduced them to Harry yet. It's not that I don't want to I just don't know how. Is he my boyfriend? A friend? Ughhhh!

"Heather?" I hear Curtis call, he is going up the stairs to the lounge where I usually do homework so I get off the bed and coax Harry up. Harry just looks at me expectantly, like he has been waiting to meet my family. Maybe he has, I don't know. I pull him down the stairs and smile sweetly at my father, my brother coming down the stairs behind us, looking particularly pissed that there was a guy in the house when he wasn't here.

I am nineteen Curt, get over it.

"Hey dad!" I greet him and give him a quick hug. My dad is a little bit shorter than me and is graying with age but his personality is still twenty he says. His eyes flash to Harry as he wraps an arm over my shoulder. Curtis is eyeing the tall boy who is looking increasingly uncomfortable. He looks adorable.
"Dad, Curtis this is Harry." I gesture to Harry and he extends his hand which my dad takes and greets him with a smile.

"Mark Lowes," he says and then gestures to Curtis, "This is my son Curtis." Curtis shakes Harry's hand a bit harder than really necessary but I know he is just putting on a show for him. He has a tight smile on his face and I want to roll my eyes at the over-protectiveness of my brother.

"It's nice to meet both of you, Heather speaks fondly of you both." Harry says pleasantly, trying to look casual about flexing his hand in pain from Curtis's grip.

"Ah, weird, Heather never mentioned having a boyfriend." Wow Curt, thank you for that. I look to Harry in worry, wondering if he is upset about what my brother said but he looks unfazed.