Ciara's POV;
We hopped into my car, and I immediately plugged the aux cord into my phone.
"Here, pick an album to play." I say and hand Harry my phone.
He scrolls down my playlists, and I can see him analysing each one.
"You have such an eccentric music taste Ciara." Harry states.
"I know, my music taste is so messed up." I agree.
"No, it's not messed up. I like that you like lots of different genres, liking just one or two gets boring after a while." He admits.
He finally picks an album he likes and he puts it on shuffle.
Suddenly Ed Sheerans' sweet voice fills the car.
"You like Ed?" I ask him.
"I love him." He replies and I smile.
After 10-15 minutes of driving, we finally come to Zayn's house.
"Wish me luck." I say to Harry before I get out.
"Good luck. I'll be right out here if you need me." He tells me and I smile warmly at him.
I shut the car door, and walk up to his door.
I take a deep breath before knocking.
I wait for a good few minutes until Zayn opens the door, looking very - stressed?
"Oh uh Ciara, hey." He says.
"Hi Zayn." I reply.
"So, what are you going here?" He asks, looking around his front room, which I cannot see because he hardly has the door open, he's just sort of peeking out of it.
"I've just come to talk to you. Do you have a minute?" I ask.
"Oh, um, sure." He says, and opens the door a little wider so I can walk in.
He's only in his boxers and his hairs a mess. Maybe he took a shower.
"So, is this gonna take long, because I have a thing I need to take care of." He states and I raise my eyebrow.
"A thing?" I ask and he nods.
"Yeah, just guy stuff. What do you need babe?" He asks.
"So I just came round here to-" I start to say before I hear something.
"Zaynnnnnn! Will you hurry uppp! I'm bored up hereeee!" A female voice shouts.
I look at Zayn and he looks like a deer in the headlights.
"Who the fuck is that?" I snarl.
"That's, erm, my younger cousin." He responds.
Before I can stop myself, I run upstairs and burst into his bedroom.
"OH, SO YOU JUST FUCK YOUR COUSINS DO YOU?" I scream at him.
There's a blonde haired girl laying naked in his bed.
She didn't even cover herself when I walked in. Fucking whore.
"Zaynie, who's this?" She giggles.
"WELL I WAS HIS FUCKING GIRLFRIEND BUT IM OBVIOUSLY NOT ANYMORE!" I screech.
"Oh, hi Zayns ex girlfriend, I'm Charity." She smiles and I swear I could strangle the life out of her if it wasn't illegal.
I turn around to leave when Zayn grabs my arm.
"Babe, come on, it meant nothing I swear." He says and I actually laugh.
"It meant nothing? Zayn, you haven't even been spending any time with me lately, then I catch you cheating on me? You're full of bullshit." I spit.
