*A/N* Ahh sorry for not updating I've been really busy :\ like I promised though, here's your Sunday chapter(:
The next week passed by in a blur of tests and visits from the boys and my mom. It was finally the day I could leave the hospital, but I had to use crutches for my broken leg. Harry and Louis came to pick me up. Harry was still looking at me funny. I never did get to ask him about it.
"Not that I don't love you guys, I do, but where's Liam?" I asked as I thought of Paege.
"Him and Paege were fighting when you woke up and he's trying to make up with her." Louis said glancing at me through the rear view mirror. I just nodded. So he was still into her. I sighed.
"You ok?" Lou asked.
"Yeah, just tired." I lied. We drove up to my house.
"Your mom said she'd be home any minute now." Harry said.
"Ok, thanks for everything boys." I said struggling to get out of the car. Stupid crutches. When I finally did I "walked" up to the front door and turned around to wave. They both waved back and drove off as I stepped into the house.
I looked around and sat on the couch. I flipped on the TV and saw an interview of the boys. I decided to watch it, and it ended up being half an hour long. My mom came home right as it ended.
"Hey honey. How are you feeling?" She asked me.
"Eh, my leg kinda hurts." I said honestly. It had been bothering me the whole show.
"And how's your neck?" She asked.
"Normal." I replied. "Can you help me downstairs? I'm going to take a nap."
"Sure." Mom helped me downstairs and asked if I needed anything. I shook my head no. She went upstairs and I sat on my bed and pulled out my phone. I saw I had a text from Zayn. I smiled. That boy.
Zayn: Hey how you doing?
Me: Fine I think haha thanks
Zayn: Good... sorry for not bringing you home but Lou really wanted to haha
Me: It's fine at least I'm here haha. So whats up?
Zayn: I'm kinda bored lol
Me: Me too.. come over?
Zayn: Sure, where do ya live?
I texted him my address and shouted upstairs to mom that Zayn was coming over.
"What about your nap?" She yelled down the steps.
"Not tired anymore." I replied. I smiled. I was actually exhausted but I missed Zayn.
I heard a knock 10 minutes later. I hopped without crutches to the bottom of the stairs and saw my mom talking to Zayn.
"Hi!" I yelled up the stairs. Mom and Zayn looked at me.
"Nice to meet you." Zayn said flashing my mom a smile. She returned the favor and walked to the kitchen. I waved Zayn down the stairs and hopped to my room.
"So this is where you live." Zayn said half to himself.
"Yup. Not much, but it works." I said.
"I like it." He said. I just smiled and laid down on my bed and put my hands behind my head. Zayn sat in a chair in the corner.
"Sorry for the mess, it's quite hard to clean." I said giggling.
"Looks like my house." He said grinning. I laughed.
"So can I ask you something?" I asked after a few seconds.
"Sure." He said looking at me.
"What's up with Harry?" He paused for a bit.
"I don't know, the lads and I wonder the same thing." Was his reply. I was still suspicious.
"You're sure you don't know." I looked at him. He nodded. I rolled my eyes and looked at the ceiling.
"What?" He asked. I shook my head. "Why do you wonder?" I sighed.
"He looked at me funny a little over a week ago. Right after I'd met you all." I said.
"Hmm." Zayn made a noise.
"I'm going to ask him about it. When I hang out with you all again." I said. He nodded. He was looking around my room and saw a TV in the corner with an XBox connected to it.
"You're a gamer?" He asked shocked.
"Yeah, gotta problem?" I challenged. He shook his head and held his hands up.
"Come on, play with me." I hopped, literally, off the bed and made my way to the TV. I threw a controller at him. "Get ready to lose." I sat on the bed.
"Bring it on, Grass." He said sitting next to me. I laughed and we played video games for an hour until Zayn's phone buzzed.
"Who's that?" I asked. Zayn looked up.
"Liam." He said. "He wonders where I am."
"Well tell him." I said without thinking. He just laughed at me. I rolled my eyes.
"You really like him, don't you?" He asked me. I shrugged.
"I don't know what I want anymore." I said quietly looking at him. He was so close. Before I knew it, we were both leaning in. I closed my eyes and, well, I kissed him. Or maybe he kissed me. I don't know. All I did know was that sparks were flying. This felt so right, but... Liam. I still liked him. But I liked Zayn too! All this went through my head as we were kissing.
After a few seconds my door opened and we jerked apart. I turned around and my mom was standing there. I'm pretty sure my face looked like a cherry. She mustn't have seen the kiss though because she just said this:
"Brandin, your dad called. I told him you were with a friend, so he wants you to call him back when you can." She said and walked out. I bit my lip and looked at Zayn. I opened my mouth. But he beat me to it.
"I know you still like Liam. And I'm ok with that. It's just sometimes we all need something like that for distraction, you know?" I nodded, that's pretty much what I was thinking.
"Bestest friends." I said grinning at him. He smiled back. My phone rang then. It was my dad.
"Just a second." I said and answered the phone.
"Hi Brandi." He said. He still called me Brandi, I don't know why.
"Hi dad. I'm sorry, but can I call you back?" I asked him.
"Sure hun. Talking to your friend still?" He asked. I smiled.
"Is it Lex?" He asked.
"Um, no, it's a boy. His name's Zayn." I looked at Zayn and smiled. It faded when all I heard was silence.
"Ok." He said. I cringed.
"I'll call you right back." I hung up and looked at Zayn. "I don't mean to sound like an idiot, but can you leave?"
"Sure, I get it." He said. I sighed with relief and hugged him.
"See ya later." I said.
"Yup, text me." He said leaving the room. I took a deep breath and called my dad again.
"Hi sweetie." I heard.
"Hey, dad." I said tentatively.
"How's it going?" He asked. This means how's life for me.
"Um, I got in a car accident." I said.
"WHAT?!" He yelled. "Are you ok?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Only a broken leg." I paused, debating whether to tell him about Zayn. I go with yes. "Actually, Zayn was the one who called 911."
"So you met him because you got into a car accident." He said disapprovingly.
"No, he's one of Liam's friends." I said.
"Liam?" He asked. "As in Liam Payne?"
"Yeah, he came by a little over a week ago and I've been hanging out with his friends." I said.
"He has a girlfriend." I muttered.
"How's your job?" I asked changing the subject.
"It's going great. We've gotten lots of sales lately and are expecting more." He said. My dad worked as a salesman for some freaking rich company.
"Awesome!" I said. "I'm glad it's-" I started.
"I'm sorry, honey, but I have to go." He said. I sighed.
"Oh. Well it was nice to talk to you." I said disappointed.
"You too honey. Be careful with that Zayn fellow." He said. "I love you."
"I will, dad. Love you too." I said and hung up. That's why he left us. For his stupid job. He loved his job more than he loved me.
Maybe that's why I'm so confused.
Maybe I just want to be loved.