To Touch-z.j.m {au} [[complete]]

8

Sleeping and eating was what the past three days consisted of.

Niall and tons of others excluding Zayn, have been trying to contact me but i just don't have it in me to answer.

I'm not sure why but hearing Zayn basically call me easy hurt.

He's my best friend and we've made it a point to never judge each other.

It's how our whole friendship started.

I ditched a date at the restaurant and slashed his tires when he called this handsome waiter (Zayn) that was serving us a "terrorist".

Zayn ran after me when I took off and actually helped me ruin the tires.

The second time we met, by pure coincidence might I add, he punched a guy in the face at the club for calling me a "Latin whore".

I took Zayn out for lunch the next day and we've been tight ever since.

He knows he a hit a nerve the other night.

I turned over in bed when I heard soft knocking on my...bedroom door?

"Samantha, darling. Are you alright?"

Harry, my step brother.

I stayed completely quiet.

Maybe if he thinks I'm sleeping, he'll go away.

"I know you're awake and I'm coming in!"

Harry opened the door slowly, came in, and shut it before he plopped himself down beside me.

"Get up sister, it's 3 PM."

I let out a groan in response.

"C'mon now. Talk to me. What's wrong?"

Harry's hand was rested on top of my covered arm as I continued to stay quiet.

"Well mum and Bruno send their love. They've been trying to call you for Easter dinner."

Silence.

"You missed it. But I did bring you a plate."

His voice has a coy, chirping ring towards the end.

Damn it, he knows me.

"What is it."

I spoke softly from under the sheets.

Harry suddenly tore the sheets off of me and gripped both of my arms, sitting me up on my bed.

"Pastas and meats and I even got a piece of the vanilla cake. Corner piece. Just how you like it."

I leaned against my head bored and avoided his eyes.

"Thanks."

He sighed and pulled me into his chest, hugging me close.

I rested my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes as he rubbed my arm gently.

"You wanna talk about it?"

He asked softly.

I shook my head no.

"It might make you feel better."

I still didn't wanna talk about it.

But I did want to ask something.

"Do you think I'm easy?"

Harry pulled me out of his arms to look me in the eyes.

His usual emerald orbs were slightly darker and filled with rage.

"Who called you that."

"Nobody, relax. I just want to know your opinion."

I lied as I shrugged my shoulders.

"You're lying. It was that Zayn guy wasn't it?! Samantha I told you not to hang out with boys, not men, like him. They're immature and will hurt you in the end."

"You do not even know him."

I snapped back.

Why did I feel the urge to defend the asshole?

"I've seen him around at clubs. All he does is use girls. Those are boys, not men."

He rolled his eyes and got up from my bed, nearing towards the door.

"Hey! He's a great fucking man. Okay? Don't say shit. You don't know him, he's amazing..."

My voice trailed off towards the end when I felt a lump in my throat and my eyes beginning to sting.

Harry sighed alittle and made his way over, leaning down and pressing his lips to my head.

"I'm sorry. Eat your food, I'll be back later."

And with that, he left.

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Zayn's POV

I felt nothing as she pressed her lips to the side of my neck.

In fact, it was quite aggravating.

But it was a distraction.

A distraction from the ache in the pit of my stomach for Sam.

Fuck, I miss her.

"Where is your place?"

The blonde woman purred into my ear as she rubbed my arm.

I was about to respond when I heard a familiar voice.

"Darling, why don't you get you and your boy here a drink while we talk? On his tab."

I looked up to see Louis smirking down at me.

The blonde only nodded and giggled before fast walking to the bar.

"Well if it ain't Zayn 'Mr. Touch' Malik."

"What?"

"Never mind,"

He laughed.

"Where is Sam? I haven't heard from her in awhile."

I slumped back on my seat and shrugged.

"Don't know. I haven't either."

"Oh? Why's that? Thought you two were close?"

He leaned back as he lit a cigarette.

"Can I borrow your light? And I'm not sure we just haven't hung in awhile, alright?"

I responded before he tossed me his lighter.

He only lifted his arms in surrender and took a drag.

"Hey I get it. She can be a bitch."

I almost choked a bit on my smoke.

"What did you just say."

He shrugged as he stared up at the smoke clouds he was producing.

"She can be a bitch sometimes. I get why you're ignoring her."

Everything went red and before I knew what was happening, Louis was beneath me with a bloody nose and his arms trying to block my hits.

I couldn't stop.

How fucking dare him talk about her like. She is everything.

I felt myself being pulled off and lifted by large arms.

"Fuck you! I better not see you around her place again cock! Get off me! I'm fucking leaving!"

Security eventually let go of my arms and hurried through the doors and to my car.

I had to see Sam again, I didn't care if either of us were angry or not.