This blog stans Zayn
Everything was going great today.
Zayn invited be over to spend the night and
play games - just the two of us. I was really excited about that, having him
all to myself.
“I’m glad we got a chance to do this
babe. It’s been a while since we’ve done something just for us.” I smiled as I
set down the ‘Sorry’ board game. I would have brought out Monopoly but there is
no end to it, plus it’s no fun with only 2 people.
Zayn looks back at me guiltily,
rubbing the scruff on his face. “Uh, babe-” he was cut off by the doorbell and a
split second later, it opened.
“Hey guys! Thanks for inviting me!” Louis
said, strutting in and hanging his jacket up.
He gave me a hug and sat on the
couch next to Zayn.
“You have got to be kidding.” I
muttered under my breath, throwing a dirty look at Zayn, who looked sorry and
apologetic. I shut my eyes and rubbed at my temples.
An hour into the night, Zayn had
completely forgotten about me but I can’t say that I am surprised. He and Louis
were fighting about not shuffling the deck correctly. I didn’t care. I stopped
playing 10 minutes after we started because they kept skipping my turn.
I stood up with my hands on my hips
as they bickered like an old married couple, “Zayn, can I see you in the
kitchen for a minute please?” I wanted to sound angry and mean but it’s kind of
hard when you’ve been polite and kind your whole life.
Zayn followed me into the kitchen, “S’up?”
he asks, grabbing two water bottles from the fridge - I knew one of them weren’t
for me. We were separated by the island counter and it was probably for the
“Zayn, I thought it was going to be
‘just the two of us’?”
“Babe, come on. It’s Lou. He’s here
all the time.” he shrugs.
“Exactly! He’s ALWAYS HERE! Doesn’t
he have a house? He has a girlfriend!”
Zayn rolls his big, brown eyes. I
should be furious but his eyes are what made me fall for him in the first
place. “Babe, are you jealous of Louis or do you just not like him?”
I crossed my arms over my chest, “I
like Louis. I have no reason to be jealous of him! But, I’m dating you Zayn, Louis’s
not!” I exclaim, waving my hand in the air.
“You’re being ridiculous,” he huffed,
taking a drink of water.
“How?! When was the last time we did
something? Just us?”
I waited for an answer but all he
did was look down at the tiled floor and kicked at it,“…Dunno.”
“That’s because we haven’t since you’ve
been back and I’m sick of it.”
Zayn’s eyes grew big and I swore his
face turned a slight shade of red, “Well If you don’t like it, you can leave!”
he said harshly.
My eyes widened as well. I couldn’t
believe he said that.
It took everything in my power not
to climb over the island and hit him over the head with a skillet.
I turned on my heel and went back to
the living room to grab my purse. I could feel Louis eyes on me, no doubt he
heard everything. He was saying something along the lines of an apology but I
wasn’t listening. I was fuming and all I could think about was how hot my ears
I headed towards the door and left
without a word.
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