"Why can't you just accept the fact that she's 18 now!? She's lived with the fact that she had to do what he told her! Its time for her to get used to doing what she wants. She's a smart girl." I opened one of my eyes. My mom and dad were leaving the house.. The door just shut. I lift myself up, rubbing my eyes. Zayn is still sitting here with his one arm around me, he is passed out! He had his head leaning on the back of the couch. Wow.. He's so innocent and precious when he sleeps. Just like Jake. I pull the cover off of me, and sit up. I feel so stiff! So I start to pop my back to the right, and then to left, to see him raising up his head.
"Good morning!" I said happily.
"Yeah.. Morning." He replied, closing his eyes again, but this time, lying his head on my lap and pulling his legs onto the couch. I smiled and started playing with his hair. Once he fell back into his sleep, I replace my lap with a pillow, and covered him up. Hehehe. I feel nasty.. I walked up to my room and jumped in the shower with the same routine as always, but this time I had to shave my legs. I got out of the shower and dried my hair and decided to straighten it, because ya know. Zayns here. I put on some makeup and threw on a large sweatshirt that was white and read "Ed Sheeran." Along with that I threw on a pair of dark skinnies and a white pair of socks. I'm pleased. It's comfortable. It's Monday, so that means Jake must've already been waiting in the car this morning when I saw my parents leave the house. It's 8 in the morning now. This is crazy, I never get up this early. I guess I got a lot of sleep last night because this never happens! Ever!
I then walked downstairs feeling hungry. I stopped at a full length mirror in the hallway.. I have lost weight. I just realized I haven't been eating that much.. I don't really feel hungry anymore unless I actually need something to eat. Hmmm. Interesting. Im a little comfortable with the look of my body now, but it could be better. Way better. But, Im hungry now and I bet Zayn will be when he wakes up. So I need to make something for breakfast but I dont like breakfast food! It makes me sick! I hate pancakes.. That is unless they're chocolate chip. Yum. I'm going to fix chocolate chip pancakes. Wait. How do you even make those? I never cook. Therefore, I'll just call Morgan over to cook them for me.
"Hello?" Morgan asked concerned.
"Hey will you come to me house and cook me and Zayn some chocolate chip pancakes? Cause I have no idea how.." I asked.
"Haha oh my gosh Haylee!" She said. "I thought they had to leave for their tour, though?" "Did he stay the night?" She asked without belief.
"Yeah he did.. But he didn't really tell me how he was here. So I don't even know. But I want some chocolate chip pancakes, so get over here now!" I demanded.
"Ok ok ok ok ok!" She always says that. "Let me get ready and I will."
"Ok. Bye. Hurry." I said to her for a goodbye. Haha. I ended the call and noticed my low batter on my phone. 9%. I always catch it there for some reason? So I walked upstairs and plugged my phone in to charge. Now what? I guess I should go look on the fridge for any kind of notes that my mom always leaves. It's usually always chores. Walking downstairs to the fridge. There's a note.. To do chores.
Haylee,
1. Do dishes
2. Clean Jakes room
Wow. That's not as bad as it usually is. Okay. I crumbled up the piece of paper and successfully shooting it into the trash can. I used to play basketball. I walk over to the dishwasher and empty the clean dishes and put them up. Then I get the dirty dishes and stick them in there, disgusted. Ewww. I hate this. I turned the dishwasher on and everything, then walked back upstairs to Jakes room.
Clothes everywhere. Messed up bed. TV turned on. Toys absolutely everywhere. Uhhhhhhh Jake. Really? Does mom and dad ever tell you to pick up your thing? I picked up every single bit of his clothes to where they were blocking my face and constantly falling out of my hands, but I was getting those clothes out of the floor no matter what. I barely got the closet door handle and opened the closet enough for me to lift my foot up and kick it open the rest of the way. I heard a sudden door open, so I forced all of the clothes into his laundry basket and walked to the hallway and downstairs. Zayn was still asleep. But there was Morgan standing there waiting for me by the door.
