I listen to everyone's different conversations through the was like I used to do as a kid. Me and my cousin, Amber, always found out things this way. She spent Thanksgiving with her boyfriend, not unexpected. She hates our family and I can see why. Everyone so pesky and annoying. I can hear Tia arguing with some boy and I want to go in her room and laugh, but that's against the rules. So, I lay here. I want to call Zayn, or text him, but I'm not expecting a reply. I should call Chris but that'll make my already confusing thoughts, difficult. I could call Taylor, maybe she's up. I check the clock in the nightstand: 12:04 AM.
Where's Zayn at this late? Maybe he's hurt. I dial his number and it goes to voicemail. Again. Voicemail. Again. Voicemail. What the hell. Maybe he's sleeping or driving.
Time to play the waiting game.
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4:28 AM.
Zayn staggers through the door, trying- I assume- to not make a lot of noise. He plops down on the bed and I smell alcohol. I turn on the light and take in his drunken features.
"Zayn?" I question. He mumbles in the pillow.
"Huh?" I question. He rolls over and his eyes are closed.
"Why are you up, Princess?" He slurs. Never have I seen Zayn drunk. Ever. I stare at him. His white shirt has lipstick stains, and his neck, and his face. His jeans are unbuttoned.
"Where were you?" I question.
"I grabbed a drink. Or a couple. I'm gonna take a shower."
I watch him stagger to the bathroom, shutting the door. Lipstick stains. Lipstick stains. Lipstick stains. Zayn is cheating on me.
I grab my blanket and pillow, leaving him the room. The couch will be home for the night.
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Forever
RomanceBook two of: Bad at Love Jane and Zayn are in love, Jane knows its forever- especially after they BOTH risked their lives for each other. But when Jane goes off to college for her first semester, she begins to have feelings for another boy. What doe...
