Faith's POV
Today, Harry really hurt me. I never thought I'd be hurt, by in all means, by him! I never thought I'd be the person he doesn't like.
After work, and after all that drama with Harry, I just don't want to see anyone right now. Not even Zayn, I just want to stay in and maybe skype with my best friend and tell her everything that is happening.
"You seem pale, Are you okay?" Cindy asked rubbing my back,
"Yeah, I'm fine. Long day." I lied, I'm not close to fine.
"Who was the guy you were talking to earlier? That sure wasn't the guy who picked you up yesterday." She said watering the plants.
"He's my neighbor," I chocked and fixed the money in the cash register.
"Okay," She said. After she watered the plants and me sweeping the floor. "Gosh, by the way, that guy who came this morning, he left you the flower bouquet you made, that purple-ish elegant one" she smirked.
"What?" I asked in confusion. Is that why he asked me which size I would prefer?
"This one" she walked over to the stock room and grabbed the bouquet. It was too expensive. I grab the flowers from the counter and stare at their beauty.
Cindy goes to her office to gather her stuff. She comes out moments later with her purse and she was texting on her phone.
"Shall we go home?" She said and I went behind the counter table and got my backpack. I flipped the closed sign and Cindy locked the door behind us.
"Do you want to grab dinner? It's my treat!" She offered and my stomach started to grumble,
"No, I think I'll go home and order something. I'm just so tired Cindy." I sighed and she nodded.
"At least let me drive you home," She offered once more and I let out chuckle.
"Cindy, just letting you know, my house is there." I pointed to the condominium across the street. "You need to go home, baby here needs to eat. And you need to rest Cindy." I said rubbing her belly that is getting really big now,
"You sure?" She questioned,
"Of course," I smiled at her.
"Alright, I'll see you tomorrow morning." She said walking away and unlocking her toyota, "Goodnight," She waved off.
"Night!" I waved her back and crossed the street to the condo. I reach the other side of the pavement and started walking over to the building. I was too tired and exhausted. A warm shower was exactly what I need. I walk into the building and up the elevator. When I reach the second floor, walking down the hall
to my condo, I hear a door click open.
"Faith?" I hear a familiar voice. I turn around and Zayn is only inches away from me. "Who got you these?" He asks, pointing to the flowers.
"A customer" I whispered simply, biting my lip.
"Oh" he blinks a few times. "Uhm, come over? I'll cook dinner" he invites.
"I'm good, I think I'll go in for a shower then sleep" I turn him down.
"Please?" He pleads and I give in.
"Fine, I'll change into something comfy and follow you" I inform him, unlocking my door. I walk to my room and throw myself onto the bed. For a minute I feel my eyelids grow heavier but I quickly get up, forcing them open. I take a quick five minute warm shower and change into leggings and a long cozy sweater. I braid my hair into a side fishtail and walk over to Zayns apartment. God, I hope Harry's not there. I push the door open, not bothering to even knock.
"Have you ever heard of knocking" Harry says in annoyance. Gosh, no, not now.
"None of your concern" I mumble walking over to help Zayn in the kitchen. "So, what can I help with?" I ask.
"Nothing love, you go sit and everything will be ready in a few minutes" he pokes my sides.
"But I want to help" I pout.
"Nope" he refuses and places a peck on my cheek. I walk over to the dining table. Minutes later, the door bell rings. "Fai? Can you answer that please?" Zayn yells from the kitchen.
"Sure" I answer, walking over to the door. When I open the door, I find the last thing I'd expected to see. Tiffany, with that annoying smirk on her face. "Make yourself at home" I say sarcastically, walking back to where Zayn was, leaving the door wide open for her to walk in. "Oh, and shut the door behind you princess" I add and she rolls her eyes. "Careful, rolling your eyes too much can lead to eyeball damage" I snort.
"Gosh, do you ever stop talking?" She asks.
"Pardon?"
"Nothing"
"Thought so" I smirk.
"All done" Zayn says walking out of the kitchen, with food in his hands. "Come on over to the dinning table" he says and I join him. We sit on the table only me and him and start putting food into our plate.
"Hmm, that tastes delicious" I say and mean it. The food was beyond delicious. I don't even think I could cook like that.
"I'm glad you think so" he smiles. "Harry! How about you and Tiffany come join us?" My muscles tense at Zayn's invitation.
"Sweet!" Tiffany squeaks and I duck my face down. Its going to be a long night.
"Whatever it is, it smells great" Harry says pulling a chair next to Zayn. Tiffany does the same. "Babe? Taste this, its great" he offers Tiffany, putting her some of the chicken onto her plate.
"Zayn is sure a great cook" she smiles.
"Well thats too bad, cause your boyfriend isn't" I whisper but they all hear me. Zayn clears his throat glaring at me. "What?" I glare back.
"Nothing baby, finish your food" he smiles.
"I'm full" I say, slamming the fork on my plate. "I'll be in your room" I tell Zayn, pecking him in his cheek. I start to walk away, I feel a tight grip on my wrist.
"Fai?" Zayn says, tightening his grip around my wrist. I could feel the tears start to brim out of my eyes.
"Let go" I say through gritted teeth. Instead of letting go, he stand to his feet and leads me to his room.
"whats wrong?" He asks and I shake my head. "Is it Harry?" He asks but I don't answer. "Faith, answer me" he pulls me in for a hug.
"Why?" I ask.
"Why what?"
"Why's Harry doing this to me? What did I ever do to him" I scream.
"Nothing Fai, thats who he is, he's a jerk, don't let him get to you" he whispers. The rest of the night was spent in Zayn's room. I refuse to get out of the room if Harry and Tiffany are out there. Zayn and I just cuddle in bed. "So? Who's that customer?" He asks out of the blue. I place my hand over my mouth to cover the yawn.
"Would you believe me if I told you that I have no clue what his name is?" I say in a heavy voice, fighting my eyelids to stay wide open. Zayn moves over and pecks my cheek.
"I think I love you" he says.
"Goodnight Zayn" I wave him off and soon drift into sleep.
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*The next morning*
I walk out of Zayn's room and start preparing breakfast for Zayn and I.
"Fai?" Zayn yells over from the room.
"In the kitchen" I yell back. A few minutes later he appears, leaning on the door frame.
"Why up so early?" He asks, pouting.
"Its nearly noon idiot" I laugh and he joins.
"What are you making for breakfast?"
"Well? What do you want me to make?"
"Oh, so I get the choice?" He asks in sarcasm.
"You sure do" I nod.
"Sounds great" he says in excitement.
I can't get rid of the thought about last night that Zayn confessed that he loves me. I mean does he really love me? That quick? I think this is all too fast.
"Zayn about the thing you said last night," I muttered,
"Which one?" He asked completely clueless.
"The i love you part." I said I don't know if my voice was audible enough for him to hear it.
"Oh," He turned pale, I don't want to scare him.
"Again, I would really love to know you more before jumping to the next stage because Zayn, I've been there. And it's not good." I said stepping closer to him, "I like you Zayn, and I would love to go to the next stage with you, we need more time." I said and I can't believe he smiled at me,
"Will you be busy today?" He asked grabbing my hand and holding it.
"More than ever, and I need to know the guy who gave me the flowers." I said holding his hand back.
"Can I fetch you for lunch?" Zayn offered and I smiled at him,
"I would love to, I'll ask Cindy and then I'll text you." I said and he kissed my forehead. I was on my tiptoes and I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders. "Thank you for understanding me Zayn," I whispered on his ear and kissed his cheek,
"Anything for you," He kissed my cheek and I see the door open, it's the blah blah couple. Perfect for each other.
"Would you two get a room?" Tiffany scoffed and Zayn and I disconnected the hug.
"How about breakfast in my apartment?" I said looking straigh at Zayn's hazel eyes,
"Why not here?" He asked confused,
"Yeah Faith, why not here?" Harry mocked and I ignored it. Not now Harry, you will not ruin my mood today.
"Because I want to try something new with Zayn," I said and he smiled. Zayn reached for my hand and our fingers entwined and we walked out of their apartment.
I open the door of mine and we both headed to the kitchen. Zayn sat on one of the high stools while I prepared breakfast, scrambled eggs with ham.
"Why didn't you want to have breakfast in my apartment," He asked making me and him a cup of tea,
"Because they're there." I mumbled,
"Come again?" Zayn asked and he was behind me, he rested his chin on my shoulder,
"I don't like Tiffany and Harry, it's too much for one day." I sighed and he snatches a kiss on my cheek,
"I know right?" He said and continued making tea, "After dinner, I saw that Tiffany is a real pain in the butt, and I have no idea why Harry picked her anyways, it's stupid." He laughed and I joined him,
"Tiffany is a bitch, I would have to admit." I said whisking the eggs,
"And Harry is stubborn as usual. Leave them, if you want we can always hang out in your apartment. Look at it, all flower-y and girly." He teased and I scowled at him, "It's pretty, like you." He complimented and I smirked at him. I love playful Zayn.
Harry's POV
"They look cute together," Tiffany said as she ate her poptart that I had to toast for her, lazy arse.
"I didn't tell you to compliment them did I now?" I scowled at her and she rolled her eyes at me. "Rolling your eyes won't help you know,"
"Whatever asshole," She said,
"Oh baby, what will I do without you?" I teased and pinched her nose.
"Fuck off," She uttered and she smiled afterwards, fucking bitch. But she's my fake-girlfriend-but-fuck-buddy girl.
"So what time do you have to go to College?" I asked and ate my poptart.
"In about an hour," She answered, "But drop me off at home first asshole." She teased and I faked cried,
"Oh my god, how dare you call me an asshole I love you with all my heart," I joked,
"Grow up twat." She said and punched my shoulder.
After breakfast we headed out of the apartment and guess who we bumped into. The married couple! Zayn and little miss Faith over here needs to work to feed her Zayn-ee. Bullshit.
"Morning," Tiffany said sweetly, she is good at acting.
"Hi," Faith simply answered and Zayn and Faith walked ahead.
"Why is she such a bitch?" Tiffany whispered,
"Why don't you ask her yourself?" I said and she rolled her eyes once more. "Stop rolling your eyes, it's not good,"
"You can't tell me what to do," She responded and walked past me.
I droped her out at her dorms and there was no kiss or hug because, do fuck buddies do those PDA shit? I don't think so.
I drive back to the condo to get ready for work when I see the same guy from the shop yesterday when Faith came to talk to me and the guy was in the shop. Man he must really love gay ass flowers. But this time the guy was talking to Faith. What in hell?
I parked my car and walked towards the shop, making sure that they won't notice me. They were talking and I could see Faith happy and he was smiling too. Who the hell is this guy, and why is he flirting with her? First, it's Zayn and now this? How many men are going to hit on her?
I don't know if I'm jealous, hell no, I'm not going to let this make me jealous. I'm trying to show Faith that I'm not even close to jealous with her and Zayn, and her and this guy. No, I will not fall for this again. No more.
I look at her and the guy, they were both talking and laughing. Isn't she supposed to get in trouble since she is talking to this douche?
I step in the flower shop, and put my sunglasses on so they won't notice me and next thing you know they are hugging. What the hell is Faith's problem.
"You think it's fun hugging strangers?" I bursted, Faith jumped and her hands was on her mouth.
What the hell is wrong with Faith, flirting with costumers?