(I have some bad news! Well sort of bad, my cousin is coming to visit tomorrow and I haven't seen her in a while so I wont be posting everyday while she is here. I will still be posting but not everyday. She will only be here a week and a half. I know a few of you think the chapters have been too short lately but I post everyday so that is why they are short. So please don't leave rude comments about the length of them because I post daily. I will be posting tomorrow too but after that it won't be daily until she leaves. Also, my 1d concert is Monday!! Eeekk. I am so excited!! I thought I would just share that lol, anyway I will be quiet so you can enjoy the craziness hah.)
"Can I use your phone to try to call him?" I ask Zayn.
He removes one hand from the steering wheel to dig into his pocket for his phone. We are only about ten minutes away from the apartment and I am beginning to panic over Harry's reaction to Zayn driving me home. I keep trying to force myself to sober up but it doesn't work that way. I am a lot less intoxicated than I was an hour ago but I am still drunk.
"Here..shit it's dead." He says, pressing the button on the top revealing an empty battery symbol.
"It's okay." I shrug. Calling Harry from Zayn's phone probably isn't the best idea I have had anyway.
Not as bad as my idea to kiss a random guy in front of Harry, but still not a good one.
"What if he isn't here?" I say.
"You have a key don't you?"
"No.. I didn't think I would need one."
"Oh.. well if he isn't here then I can take you somewhere else.. or you could stay with me. Just for tonight..if you want." He offers.
Harry would literally murder him if he found me at Zayn's apartment. When we arrive to the apartment, Zayn parks the car and I scan the parking lot for Harry's car. It is parked in his usual spot, thank god. I have no idea what I would have done if he wasn't here. Zayn gets out of the car with me and insists on walking me up. As much as I think that will not end well, I don't know if I am capable of getting myself up to the apartment alone in my intoxicated state.
Damn Harry for leaving me at that party.
Damn me for being an impulsive idiot.
Damn Zayn for being so sweet and fearless when he shouldn't be.
Damn Washington for being so damn cold.
When we reach the elevator my head begins to pound along with my heart. I need to go over what I am going to say to Harry, he is going to be so mad at me and I need to think of a good way to apologize without using sex. I am not used to being the one to apologize for anything because he is always the one who messes up, this doesn't feel good at all, this feels terrible.
We walk down the hallway and I can't help but feel as if we are preparing to walk the plank. I just don't know whether it will be Zayn or myself that sinks down into the water.
"This is it." I swallow and knock on the door.
Zayn stands a few feet behind me as we wait for the door to open. This was a terrible idea, I should have just stayed at the party.
I knock again, this time louder.
What If he doesn't answer?
What if he took my car and isn't even here? I didn't think of that.
"If he doesn't answer can I go to your place?" I try to hold my tears back.
I don't want to stay at Zayn's and make Harry even more upset with me but he hasn't left me with another option.