Finding Our Way [Sequel to FHTL]

part 21 - you again?

A/N: This chapter is dedicated to michelleruiz7, she left a WONDERFUL review on chapter 19. REMEMBER: I'LL DEDICATE THE OTHER CHAPTERS TO THE PEOPLE WHO ARE LEFT, I REPEAT...YOU WILL GET A REVIEW YES OR YES, ALRIGHT? ALL GOOD? 

READ ON!  -Chanti x

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[1 MONTH LATER.]

My relationship with Zayn has grown a lot and let's just say Zayn and I haven't fought at all, which is an achievement, really. We're also mature-er than we were. The tour was just amazing; we went to so many countries and I enjoyed every bit of it. Susie, Megan and I became really good friends with Perrie, Jesy, Leigh and Jade. They're such adorable girls now that they don't want to screw my life up. We arrived from the tour like a week ago and I've been at home watching films and cuddling with Zayn. After the tour I didn't felt like going out; I wanted to be home for a while.

I am currently sitting on my couch watching "Bride Wars", such a great movie. I am laughing my ass off at all the crazy crap these girls do to each other. As I am about to say something to myself about how the blondes' hair is now blue there's a knock on the door. I stood up, paused the movie and went to the door.

"One second!" 

I'm wearing an oversized shirt, I just can't receive people like this, not a good option. I  slipped a shirt over my head and slipped on a pair of shorts that were thrown under my bed, I've been messy these couple of days.

[A/N: Click on the external link under the book cover to check out the outfit.]

I fixed my hair and then I walked to the door and opened it without even asking who it is. FUCKING MISTAKE I DID THERE. What if-

"Tom?"  What the fuck?

"Hey, Jesy. May I come in?" 

"Sure" I fake smiled.

"How are you?" 

"I'm great" I smiled widely.

"Really?" He asked with confusion written all over his face.

"Yeah, I mean, I'm fine" What the fuck is going on?

"Oh, I thought- I don't know, maybe you and Zayn had a fight or something?" He scratched the back of his neck. 

"What?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Aren't you sad because of you and Zayn fighting?" 

"Zayn and I are not fighting?" I re-raised an eyebrow, but it came out more like a question. What in the hell is Tom talking about?

"Oh, really?" 

"No" 

"But I mean, while you guys were on tour you guys had a fight, right?"

"Wait a minute, how in the hell do you know about that?" I eyed him.

"I just suppose you guys did fight, that's all" 

"Well- yeah we did, but we're over that already and we haven't fought since then" I grinned.

"Oh- if he does anything just call me" Why the hell would I call you?