Troubles

Chapter 4.

Chapter 4.

Sophie POV-

The bright light shining through the windows made me squint in pain and wish I hadn't had so much to drink last night. I rolled over and saw my boots on the side of my bed. Wait, bed? How did I even get back to the flat? I swung my feet to the side and tried to stand up, instantly regretting it because I fell forward, creating a loud thump.

"Are you okay?" I heard from the doorway. I didn't answer and soon I felt two strong hands lifting me off the floor and back on to the comfortable mattress. "What do you take? Advil? Aleve?" He rambled on, "I'll get you two Aleve, they're stronger." He walked out the door and it wasn't long until he came back, pills in one hand and a glass of water in the other. He sat down besides me and fluffed my pillows, "try and sit up a bit." I followed his orders and pushed through the pain, sitting up as much as I could. Once I was settled, he handed me the pills and water and I gratefully gulped them down.

"What happened last night?" I asked the dark haired boy.

He chuckled, "you got massively drunk."

"clearly, my head is killing me." I told him with a roll of my eyes, which I shouldn't have done because that hurt my head even more.

"I found you and brought you home, you were talking rubbish so I put you in bed and you crashed as soon as your head hit the pillow."

So that's how I ended up safety in bed. I was very grateful towards him for getting me back in one piece so I sent him a small smile before realizing the rest of what he had said. 'You were talking rubbish..' Rubbish? What could I possibly have been saying. I began to panic, I have never gotten drunk before- it felt good forgetting about my life even if it was for a short period of time. But since that was my first, I haven't a clue what I could have possibly said, I guess I was a stupid drunk.

"Erm," I started, "what did I say?"

He tilted his head slightly and pursed his lips, "you thanked me for the 'goodbye' party.." His words came out as more of a question than a statement and suddenly it all came back to me.

The only reason I had accepted to go to the party last night was because I finally found a job and I'd be moving out fairly soon. Figuring I'd never see Zayn or any of his friends again and from now on my life was about my work, I might as well have fun while I could.

My lips parted but I couldn't find the words to speak. I found it hard to tell him I was leaving and I haven't a clue why. "I found a job." I told him carefully, "it's not much yet, but it'll pay some bills."

He bit his lip and it felt like forever as I waited for his response, "you can't move out, remember what Camille had said when you first got here?" He asked me, causing me to ponder back to the day I met Zayn.

Sighing in realization, I nodded and Zayn smirked, clearly satisfied with himself. "You aren't 18 yet. If Camille didn't allow you a room, I don't think you will find one anywhere else, either."

This made me frustrated. I wanted to leave, I hated having Zayn support me the past few weeks. I don't need anyone to take care of me, especially a man. I've been taking care of myself for a long time now and I don't need some charming British boy thinking he can sweep me off my feet. No, no way in hell. Gritting my teeth, I told him, "fine but as soon as I turn 18, I'm leaving."

Zayn POV-

"fine, but as soon as I turn 18, I'm leaving." She said, frustration clear in her voice. I don't know why, but her words pained me. The fact that she doesn't want anything to do with me, irks me. Not to be conceited but does she know who I am? Does she have even the littlest bit of a clue how many girls would kill to be her at the moment?