When Love Just Isnt Enough

Home Alone

Monica

"Hey pass me the green pepper." Anisha grabs more vegetables from the fridges, it's her millionth trip.

"I don't understand why we need to cook for them." She keeps complaining even though we both know she's enjoying it.

"They’re getting the movies so the least we can do is cook, plus aren't you like a chief or something?"

"Pastry chef but that's beside the point!" I see her smiling from the corner of my eye.

"Well get cooking, I'm sure Harry likes eating sweets." Her eyes twinkle as she smiles.

Harry

"Freddy cougar strikes again, how about this one?" I hold up the DVD in Zayn's face. He knocks it out of my hand.

"The girls will get scared." He tries to smile but we both know he hates scary movies.

This is taking a lot longer than I expected. The girls should've come to pick out movies. Igrab the newest release off the shelf and make my way towards the cashier.

She looks up at me with googly eyes. She knows who I am. Her cheeks flush, how cute.

"So happy feet 2 is all for you"? She looks up at me with a smirk. What in the world did I pick off the shelf? I look over at zayn and he covers his face.

"It's for my godchild lux". Well played styles. She hands me the DVD and the receipt. As we walk out the door I notice she wrote her number. Won’t need this.

"Happy feet2, are you serious harreeehhh?" Zayn was chuckling. God I hate this guy.

"I panicked, there were too many options".

"We suck at this whole relationship thing." Zayn shakes his head. I honestly can't agree more.

"When’s the last time you had to work so hard for a girl?" Most girls just throw themselves at you and everything you do is impressive. These girls aren't impressed by anything.

"These girls are gonna bring us to shape mate." No one tames Hazza. He is untameable. This movie night is going to suck without a doubt. I can just see all the cheeky remarks Anisha will make."LIQUOR STORE!" I nearly sprint towards the store. Alcohol always makes everything better.

"Harreh wait!" Zayns voice came from a distance. Clearly he isn't as excited as me.

Anisha

Where did I put the strawberries I just chopped up for the cake? I look up and Monica's munching away on the poor little berries.

"Ehhh fatass STOP!" I grab the bowl from her hands trying to save as many of the strawberries as possible.

"They are so good, give them back. I'm sure Harry doesn't want to eat them." She tries to pull the puppy face but starts laughing. She is all sorts of crazy.

"They are for the BLOODY cake! How can you just ruin everything?"

"Woah calm down... When you say bloody cake and its red velvet that just turns me off from eating it." She scrunchs up her nose and makes a disgusted face.

"Knock it off; you're not funny at all". I have no idea how Zayn finds this creature remotely attractive.

"I'll chop up some more for you, don't worry."She walks over to the fridge only to tell me what I already know. "Oh no, looks like we’re out of them."

"I’ll go get some; I need some space away from all this crazy". She pretends to be hurt but she cracks a smile instantly.

"Sorry babe, should I come with you?" She smiles eagerly.

"No it's fine the boys should be back soon." I quickly grab my wallet and coat as I head out the door.

Monica

I'm not use to all this quietness in the loft. I miss having the boys around.

*ding ding*

Of course the boys would forget their keys at home. I can't help but smile at the thought of seeing zayn. Today's the day I tell him how I truly feels because tomorrow's not promised.

I open the door and my jaw practically hits the floor. I'm face to face with my demon. The past comes rushing back. I scramble to push the door shut but his strength overpowers mine.

“Hey there beautiful, looks like you've hit the jackpot. Come give your boyfriend a kiss."I try to run but my legs turn to mush. The only thing I can think of is Zayn. Please god don't let him come home yet.

"Alex what are you doing here?" My voice cracks, panic takes over my body. Every wound comes back with more pain than before. Each scar more vivid than ever.

"I've come back for you. I've spent big dollars on you and you owe me." His sinful grin taunts me.

"You’ve spent nothing on me Alex. Just leave me alone." I step back and he steps forward.

"Listen bitch; don't give me any of this shit. Let's get out of here. I need youtonight. Big party and the boss is in town." He grabs me tight by the arm, I can see the bruise following. I push and he only tightens his grip.

"Alex please let me go. If you need money, I'll give it to you."

"From where? That terrorist you are sleeping with? You fukin slut. The bosses don't need money they need useless tramps like you". Something hot floods down my cheeks. I can't believe I'm crying in front of this monster. It only fuels his aggression.

"Let me go get my things and let’s get it over with". I can't put the others at risk over the mistakes I've made in my life.

"Get this over with? I've finally got my hands on you. You're not going anywhere now." The blood drains from my face. The past does come back to haunt you. At least my sister and the guy I love are safe. I was a fool for thinking I deserved all this love and luxury. "Go get your shit and let's bounce." He releases his grip and my mind tells me to run. I run into the side table knocking over Liam's favorite lamp. Everything just comes crashing down.

"What the hell, come back her bitch." I can feel his presence closing in on me. I run into my room and slam the door shut. Barely getting the door locked. He pounds on the door and with each blow to the door my fear grows.

"OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR, YOU CUNT." I sit cross legged in front of the door, praying to god the door holds up. It seems like a lifetime has gone by when the pounding stops. Maybe he gave up and left. That doesn't sound like Alex at all.

"Monica? Why is the front door open? Where are you"? Her sweet angelic voice fills the room. If Alex is still there she's in danger. I slowly open the door and it's her standing in the middle of the loft bewildered.

"What is this? We promised not to trash the loft. Isn't this Liam's favorite lamp?" She looks me up and down. The confusion quickly turns to concern. "Are you okay?"

I open my mouth to reply but the answering machine cuts me off, "Harry has sort of got himself into a situation. We're running a tad late." Zayn's voice fills the room and we can hear Harry screaming "PUSSY" in the background. I try to smile it off. I must have dreamt the whole thing.