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Chapter 16

It had been an hour and a half since Luke had left. I had grown bored, especially because there wasn't a TV in there, so I started to tidie up the room even though it was basically clean. I had still managed to clean anyway, just by brushing things down and rearranging.

There was a quiet knock on the door.

“Come in." I said awkwardly knowing that it would be Zayn.

He quietly opened the door. He first glanced at me then looked around the room. “You alright, babe?" He asked kindly.

“Yeah." I simply answered.

“What are you doing in here." He scans the room again, “It looks different."

“Oh, I got bored and started to clean, I guess. Sorry, I'll put everything back to the way it was."

“Oh no, no, it looks better."  He told me. “Maybe you should stop by more often."

We both chuckled before he spoke again. 

“You know you don't have to stay cramped in this room all night?"

I nodded.

“You can come help me clean the rest of the house!" He sarcastically suggested.

“Let's do it!" I agreed.

“I was only joking."

“I wasn't, just get me some gloves! Only God knows what a man your age does living on his own!"

~*~

“Oh, babe, that goes in the cabinet." Zayn says directing me.

“Uh no." I correct, “The medicine goes in the mirror, every body knows that."

“We don't do things like you do in silly America."

“Oh, is that so?"

“It is."

“Well you do it that way now!" I chirpped.

“No I don't."

“Do you want me to help?"

“Hey, I didn't ask you to clean with me at one-thirty in the morning."

I rolled my eyes chuckled while he continued to scrub the bath tub and I rearrange things.

“Don't make me throw this at you." He said referring to the scrub.

“Don't!" I demanded.

“I will." He stood with the soaking scrub.

“No!"

He threatened me while holding up the scrub.

“Zayn, plea-" I began befor  the door flew open.

Luke was there with wide eyes. Zayn was frozen in his attack position.

“What the hell?" Zayn said.

“What are you doing in a bathroom with her?" Luke demandedd.

“Cleaning." I answered.

“Who would be up cleaning this late?"

“Who would be out this late?" I retaliate, crossing my arms and raising my brows. “Or what would they be doing?" I add.

“Charity for little foster girls named Nezbit." He answered with a fake smile.

“Oh yeah? How?"

“Don't worry about it. Little girls like you wouldn't understand."

“I'm not that much younger than you!"

“You're as high as a grasshopper!"

We started to argue speaking over each other ignoring what each other said to get our own thoughts out.

“Hey!" Zayn  interrupts. “Do we need to put you in time out?"

“She does!" Luke demanded.

“You do!"

Again the bickering started, and suddenly Zayn clapped making me jump.

“You guys are  both going in time out." Zayn said.

“No I'm not! I'm nineteen!" Luke declared.

“You're also sleeping in my house for the night." Zayn fired back.

~*~

“Now hug."

“Zayn you can't be serious!" Luke declared.

“I am, and because you're nineteen, you can hug for nineteen minutes, or until you make up."

Luke huffed before draping his arms on my shoulders, and I barely put mine around him.

“I'll be right back, and you better be hugging." Zayn said happily before walking out the room.

We were silent, but it was obvious that we were both angry with each other.

We hugged as far away from each other as possible.

“You didn't have to have the door closed." He said in a childish unhappy voice.

I look up at him to scowl, although he wouldn't see my angered features, because he was scowling himself at the door, to avoid eye contact.

“You're not my dad!" I said through gritted teeth.

“Never said I was." He said nonchalantly.

“Then stop acting like one."

“I'm not." He huffed. “You wouldn't know how a dad treated his fifteen year old daughter anyway."

I gasp looking up at him, and violently pushing him away. “You're such an inconsiderate, self-centred, asshole! You know that Luke?!"

“Yep." He nods, letting out a sigh of annoyance. “Yep I know."

“And you know what? You wouldn't know either! You wouldn't know at all, at least I got a little taste of it! A mom too! So shut the fuck up Luke! Shut it!"

He looked as if he were thinking about saying sorry but we're too proud to admit it, so he acted as if he were disinterested, but I don't find that hard to believe, I don't find it hard at all.

I want to cry thinking  of his hurtful words, but I manage to hold them back.

I hear the shuffle of feet behind me, I automatically know that Zayn is now standing in the doorway.

“You know Luke," I say taking a deep breath. “If you've ever wondered why people keep leaving. Maybe you should reflect on how you treat them, if you need a hint, it's like bullshit!" I declared, choking on the last word, and finally losing my strength against the tears, quickly turning, pushing my way past Zayn, and out.

Zayn's POV

I look down the hall to see her turning the corner and turn to Luke. I put the camera on the dresser that I was going to use to taunt them with.

“What the hell?" I asked in total confusion.

Luke nonchalantly sighed, “I was uh.." he takes an eyelash that was on his cheek and rubbing his finger together so it would fall to the ground. “Trying to rid of the feeling."