Zayn POV
I don't get why Niall overreacted so badly. I mean, sure I care about their relationship and I want them to be together, but they can be together all the time except for the 10 days a year they see my parents. Well, they aren't really 'together' any more because of their little fight.
I think time away from each other will do them good.
They were forced into this relationship together and miraculously began to like each other. I think it must have been hormones. They're both teenage lads who haven't had solid girlfriends in years! Being able to see the person they are in a relationship with all the time must seem great considering how much Liam and Louis used to complain about not being able to see their girlfriends while we were on tour.
Well, Louis will still do that while Liam no longer has that problem...
The second I think about Liam, I hear a door shutting. Loudly.
"What the hell was that Harry?" I hear Liam's voice, tinged with annoyance,
"What was what Liam?" Harry drawls in response, his tone seeming mocking.
"You know what? Never mind. I don't need this."
Shoes clank heavily across the hardwood floors and fade into the distance as Liam retreats to his room.
Again.
I wonder what he does in there to keep occupied.
I look around my own room to see not much of an actual room with four walls and a floor, but more of dirty laundry and half emptied suitcases.
Hmmm 3 hours until dinner. I've got some free time.
Heaving a sigh I sit down next to one of the piles of dirty clothes and start piling them up depending on what load to put them in.
After getting half way down the first major pile, I reach a pair of jeans that crinkle as I throw them into their 'new pile'.
Hmm, weird.
I lean over to where they landed when I carelessly threw them and reach into the pocket, still laying across the unsorted piles, arm fully extended.
Feeling more than one item I give up and grab the entire pair straightening back up to a normal and more human position.
293-932-0671
(A/N I chose random numbers..don't call this number.....idk what it is to lol)
That's all it says. I flip it over looking for more of an explanation but there is none.
I pull out the other item to reveal a receipt.
What the hell?
I scan it, my mouth forming the words as I look over the paper.
That club! The one where I met, what was her name?
Shaylin? Samantha?
Shan- oh! Shannon!
Nice girl that one.
I punch the number into my phone an write 'Club Shannon' as the name.
'hey' I text
'hi! Whats up?' the response comes almost immediately.
'Nothing much. How did you know it's me?'
'well a random number texts me saying hi I'm assuming I've met them before and given them my number. And u are the only person I've given my number to'
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