The Rings

[ eleven ]

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There a was a small silence between us. Niall looked somewhat irritated and Zayn's expression was completely blank. Was he not feeling the tension?

Niall's eyes were drawn to mine again. "So you changed into my clothes, then," he stated, shutting the door behind him and kicking a plastic cup as he walked over to the counter, dumping his bag on the side.

I noticed Zayn's eyebrows lift. "You told me to," I said, making sure that Zayn knew I hadn't just randomly put them on, like a weirdo. 'Cause I absolutely was not a weirdo, at all.

"I know, but... still." He mumbled.

There was another silence so I took that as a sign to leave.

"I should go..." I said quickly. "I can give you back your clothes...whenever. Bye."

I gave Zayn a smile but chose to ignore Niall as he continued to not look at me.

" 'K." Niall replied, digging through the bag.

I felt the need to slam the door, but I wasn't brave enough to cause any drama, so I lightly closed it behind me.

As I was about to leave, I heard them begin to talk. I backed up quietly and pressed my ear lightly to the door.

"You okay?" Zayn said, his tone calm and soft. Thank goodness he wasn't just like that with me.

"Yeah." Niall muttered.

"I swear I didn't invite her." Zayn stammered.

"Oh, really?"

"Really." Zayn sounded serious. "I think it was Liam who brought her."

"I'm gonna' kill him." Niall snapped with a sigh. "I bet he brought her just to piss me off."

"Why would he do that?"

" 'Cause she's fucking annoying."

I didn't need to hear anymore. I was so sick of boys. What was their problem?

Zayn didn't want me there, Niall thought I was an annoying brat, Liam only used me to annoy his friend and Harry was just a complete asswipe.

*****

The second I got home, Charlotte looked away from her phone and stared at me wide eyed. I knew how this looked, but she had it all wrong.

"Oh my god, did you and Liam-?"

"NO."

Well at least she didn't think it was Niall. Well, what did it matter? They were all just as low as each other.

"Then what happened to you?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

I stormed away from the living room and slammed my bedroom door behind me, the first thing I did was throw the shirt off and change into a cozy cardigan of my own and a pair of orange patterned leggings.

I kicked the clothes to the other end of the room and sat on the bed, lying back to stare at the ceiling.

I reached for my phone to text Simon, only to freeze. I left my phone at Niall's!

I felt like screaming in fury. There was no way in hell I was going back to that damn place. I needed a new phone anyway. Maybe I could convince Simon to get me a new phone.

*****

I awoke and sighed. Monday. Best day ever. First class was music. I hated music.

After climbing out of bed and grabbing my deodorant, I suddenly remembered it all.