Moments / Zayn Malik One Direction Fanfic

Part 5

Moments Part Five

Today I woke up with a massive headache, the kind of hangover that you always wished you would never experience. Ever. What shocked me the most is that I didn’t woke up in my own bed, it was a pinkish bedroom, mine was brown. I rolled over to see someone next to me, his face was covered in sheets but then I’d recognized his gelled hair anywhere. It was Zayn.

I tiptoed out of the room, and it hit me. I have actually been here, but it can’t be true. This is Azura’s house, as in my back stabbing bestfriend’s house. I remembered I use to come here everyday, and we would play Barbie dolls, as we gain age we’d hang in the pool together or talk about boys we’d like.

I mean like how in the world can I get here? With the rest of the boys nonetheless?

I walked to the kitchen to fix me a cuppa. I thought Zayn would like to have that to. Weirdest thing I saw is that Azura is up awake drinking a glass of coffee and snuggling on the sofa…with Louis. What the hell is going on, seriously?

“Hey Sam! You’re awake, good morning”, Azura put down her mug, and stood up then walked towards me, gave me an awkward hug. Ofcourse I didn’t hug back, I don’t forgive people easily, not without an apology. Not that she has given me one yet.

“Mmm, morning?” I was confused; obviously, I waved back at Louis who was lying down and flipping channels on her tivo. “What’s going on?” I pulled Azura’s hand and try to sound as quite as possible. “What?” she acted as if nothing happened. “What do you mean what? Why are you being nice? Why am I here? Why are you freaking hugging Lou?” I was frustrated that she didn’t take me seriously; she went on preparing a pancake. She was whisking and putting the ingredients in.

“Long story short, I met you last night. You guys went back to my place, I hooked up with cutie Louis over there, and you were with that pakistanish guy, what’s his name again, Zayn?” she continued. She hasn’t change a bit; she still has that bitch vibe I always hated. Yes, she was pretty. That means that she can get any boy she wants, including my ex boyfriend, Ryan. That was the whole reason I hated her , that she had humiliated me infront of the whole damn school and went out with Ryan behind my back. And another series of unforgiveful events.

“How did all of that happen in a night? You’ve got to be kidding me”

“Swear that is what happened, well Louis is a sweetheart so I’m keeping him. Zayn’s hot, you’ve done quite a good job there”

“Did you see Harry?” I was worried. I thought that I was with him, I still don’t remember. The last thing I remember was cuddling with him and talking to him on the terrance, then more rounds of drink for us at the bar.

“Curly guy with the dimple? He left early; Shania and Regine went with him. Avi’s still asleep”

“Oh my…. I have to text him then”

“Later, first? Breakfast!”, she served a few pancakes with butter, chocolate and ice cream. “Louis darling! Food’s ready!”, she yelled as she put them to the table. “Thankyou me love”, Louis kissed Azura’s forehead.

I swear that none of this is right, me being here. With Zayn. Them being together. I wonder what ever happened to Harry and me last night. Did we stay friends? Did he decide to not like me? Did we just make a choice to not be together? What am I thinking, I have only known Harry for 24 hours, why did I expect so much out of him.

“Oy, lazy head, don’t just stare at the food. Come eat!”, Louis said. He was still in yesterday’s clothes. White stripes t-shirt, but he was using his boxers now. He was damn fit. “Ehm, yeah okay. Did you know where Harry went?”, I sat down because I felt dizzy, not because he told me to. I swear if I screw things up with Harry, I might as well not live anymore. Well maybe I’m over reacting.