I sat on the washer reading a book while waiting for the clothes to get done washing. I was munching on some chips and drinking Pepsi. I was trying my hardest to get the image of Liam stripping out of my head. Sadly it wasn't working out that well. I heard a faint cough so I looked up from my book to see Zayn leaning against the door. I hopped off the washer and walked over to him with a smile on my face.
"Going out for a smoke?" I asked.
"Yeah wanna keep me company?" He smiled.
"Sure!" I smiled.
We walked out onto the front porch and took a seat on the swing. Even though I don't like the smell of smoke I usually sit with him and talk about random things. I noticed a fancy rich looking car pull up. A woman who looked like she worked on the corners at night walked up to the porch. I knew exactly who this tramp looking chick was. It was Liam's girlfriend. She stopped on the porch and looked at me.
"Oh yeah you're the slut that lives here." She said smugly before walking inside.
Did she just say I was a slut? Looking like that she called me a slut...you got to be kidding me. Zayn started chuckling which spooked me.
"Looking like that and she has the nerve to call you a slut?" He laughed. I smiled and started laughing. Why should her opinion even matter to me like really. "I don't understand how her and Liam even became a couple."
"I think she used some kind of witchcraft on him." I joked.
"I honestly wouldn't be surprised." He laughed and finished his cigarette. We walked back inside to hear her screaming at the top of her lungs at Liam again. I walked back to the washer and jumped back on it. Zayn walked over to me and leaned against the dryer. He grabbed my chips and started eating them. My mouth dropped open and I glared at him. He just laughed and took a drink of my Pepsi. Then we heard angry footsteps coming towards us. We looked at the doorway to see Liam's girlfriend walking towards me. She reached out her hand and slid it across my face. Then she walked away in anger. My mouth dropped open as I placed my hand over where she had slapped.
"What was that about?" Zayn questioned.
"Hell if I know but god damn that hurt..." I groaned. Zayn walked up to his apartment then came back down with an ice pack and pushed it on my face.
"Ooof..." I groaned as he laughed. The cold burned but felt nice at the same time. When I heard the washer go off I took the clothes out and switched them to the dryer. Zayn said he had to leave that he was meeting his girl for lunch. He kissed my cheek where I was slapped and left. After the dryer was done I put the clothes in a basket and headed back to my apartment. I sat on my couch folding the clothes when I heard someone knock on my door. I walked over and answered it. Liam was standing there sweating. He looked like he was angry. I stepped aside and allowed him to come in. He took a seat on my couch and buried his head in his hands.
"Something wrong?" I asked taking a seat next to him.
"Can I ask you something.." He mumbled.
"Sure of course." I said folding clothes again.
He put his hands on my cheeks making my face turn towards his. He looked straight into my eyes.
"If I was your boyfriend..." He muttered. "Would you get offended if I asked you where you were last night when you were suppose to be with me?"
I put my hand over his and stared into his eyes. "Not unless I was trying to hide something."
"And would you get mad because someone else was cleaning a pair of my clothes because they spilled something on me?"
"You're the reason I got slapped!" My mouth dropped opened as I playfully hit him and laughed.
"She slapped you?"
"Yeah Zayn and I were in the laundry room and she just marched in then slapped me." I laughed. "We were wondering what it was about but now I know."
"I'm sorry." He frowned and pulled away.
"It's not your fault. I mean she also called me a slut coming in."
He frowned more before burying his head in his hands. I finished folding the clothes and took the basket into my room setting it on my bed. I made sure to leave his clothes on there with him. I returned to see him staring at his clothes.
"Thank you." He said picking up his clothes and leaving.