The Boys Next Door

Chapter 10 ~ Oh Zayn!

Chapter 10

Harry’s POV

I’m drunk as hell right now but oh well I’m gonna be the one with the hangover tomorrow. Whilst I’m making out with hot blue-haired girl, I see Charlotte call Zayn over to join her in her room or something. Who cares I’m probably not going to remember anything in the morning. It’s not fair that Zayn gets to spend time with Charlotte and I don’t! Oh well, at least I have this smoking hot chick to keep me distracted; I probably sound like a bipolar douchebag right now but that’s the last of my many worries at the moment. I always lock my room when we have parties so I know that there is no one there; I take the girl to my room and lock the door. We make out a bit until I tell her it’s been a night and leave her to sleep. I’m not a player, I don’t do one night stands. Suddenly, the alcohol kicks in and I get emotional and decide to sit outside and let my emotions out. Yes, I’m an emotional drunk.

I miss her, I really do. Why couldn’t she know who I am? She doesn’t remember me anymore. Do you know how it feels to lose someone you loved the most and when they come back they hurt you even more, they don’t even remember who you are? I notice the gate to our house open. I don’t even look up; I know it’s Charlotte, because I heard her front door close and she’s the only one that gently closes the door shut and doesn’t slam it or leave it to close by itself, she actually turns around and gently closes the door. I’m not a stalker, I just notice little things. She doesn’t say a word, she just gives me a hug and I just bawl my eyes out.

After what seems a good half an hour later, I say thanks and goodnight to Charlotte, go up to my room and call it a night.

Charlotte’s POV

Last night was…eventful. I didn’t go to sleep until 3am, as Zayn decided it would be a good idea to sleep early then wake up at 1.30 in the morning and make me stay up with him – at least we finished doing the hall – and the party next door started dying at around 2.30. Zayn couldn’t be bothered to go back into his own house as drunk people were passed out in most places, the smell of alcohol filled the house and everywhere was a tip, so he just stayed over at my house and shared the same bed as me. We have four spare guest rooms: Tyler took one, Grace took one, one is filled with pillows and mattresses and Zayn didn’t want to sleep in a big empty room on his own so he just stayed in my bed. I fall asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow, no joke. Busy day ahead, at least I won’t have a killer headache tomorrow like some of the people next door.

The next morning I wake up to the smell of food; bacon, toast, sausages and…and…scrambled eggs! I didn’t know my parents were home, they were meant to be having a half day at work today, they were meant to be working from 6am-1pm. I’m not complaining if I get a good breakfast. Oh food!

“Food glorious food!

Hot sausage and mustard!

While we’re in the mood

Cold jelly and custard”

Peas pudding and saveloys!

What next is the question?

Rich gentlemen have it, boys

In-di-gestion!!”

 

Why the hell am I singing a song from Oliver Twist at like 8 in the morning? I turn over and see that Zayn is luckily not in my bed anymore or else that would have been very embarrassing! Of course Zayn isn’t here, he was sleeping for the half of yesterday so he’s going to wake up earlier than me and he’s probably watching TV or checking himself out in the mirror…again. Zayn is vain! Haha that rhymed! Seriously, what is wrong with me this morning, I think I’m going crazy; no it’s too early for my brain to be working this early in the morning. Now I’m talking to myself. GREAT!

I make my way downstairs into the kitchen and to my surprise, Zayn is making breakfast; shirtless may I add and his sweatpants are hanging very low on his v-line. OMG I need to shut up, Zayn is only your friend so stop thinking he’s hot and he has a god damn fiancé. I really need to stop talking to myself.

“Good morning Zayn. Funny you’re not checking yourself out in the mirror on this fine morning.”

“Good morning Char. Funny someone decided to wake finally wake up.”

“Stop with that nickname, you know it pisses me off and I’m sorry I woke up at 8am on a holiday morning and may I remind you, I’m not the one who sleep half way through yesterday.”

“Ok Char, I’ll stop calling you Char anymore and if you want any breakfast made by the one and only Zayn Malik, stop making sarcastic remarks, a man needs his beauty sleep.” That dude can seriously piss me. I only shut up because I want my breakfast.

“Ok Malik, you’re winning this time because I want my breakfast, but if I were you I’d watch my back.”

Zayn did nothing but smirk and carry on making that glorious wonderful thing in the name of food. He finally served the breakfast with raspberries and blueberries on the side and I tucked in as soon as I could, I probably looked like an animal right now but I don’t give two flying grasshoppers about it. Wait … do grasshoppers even fly? I dunno!

Oh Zayn! What would I do without you…sometimes?

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A/N

Hi guys! This was just a filler chapter thing and the next update is probably going to include stuff about the Christmas party. This chapter has not been read through thoroughly so please correct it in the comments. I hope you guys enjoyed reading this chapter and I hope you all had a wonderful New Year / Christmas / Hanukkah / holiday.

Thanx for reading!!

I love you all!

~A xx

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