I climbed off of Zayn and walked over the the kitchen area in search for food. I reached the fridge and could tell Zayn was watching me.
I rolled my eyes and rummaged through the food until I found fried chicken from Krogers. Yep, this is what I wanted.
I took it out of the box it was still in and grabbed a plate from the cabinet and put the chicken on there to be heated up. I put it in the microwave and turned to face Zayn.
I stood with my back leaned against the counter and my arms crossed on my chest as I stared at Zayn. He chuckled and go up from the bed and walked over to me stopping when he was basically pressed against me.
"What are we doing today?" I asked slithering my arms around his waist.
A sly smile appeared on his face just to disappear, "I- umm- I actually told Shannon I would go over to hers and her uncles shop to help do some painting…"
"Oh… Is her uncle going to be there?" I asked eyeing him suspiciously.
He put his left hand on his waist and his right one on the back of his neck scratching nervously, "Well, um- no…"
I rolled my eyes at him and shook my head as I turned around to get my food from the microwave.
"Oh, come on- I agreed to it before me and you happened-" he said stepping away slightly.
"There is no you and I, Zayn. We aren't together. Why would I care who you do? Who's place you choose to paint when it will be just you and her?"
"Are you being serious right now? What the hell happened with us last night? Did none of that mean anything to you? Was it all just a god damn lie?!"
"No, Zayn, it wasn't a damn lie! I hate who I a! I hate myself so damn much but I will never show it- especially to someone who likes to use girls to get another girl jealous!"
My statement had obviously take him aback and it showed, a lot. "You don't know the damnedest thing about me but yet you choose to go acting like you do. You choose to be some unhappy 20 year old. You hate yourself but you won't do anything about it? You know- you can't truly be happy with someone else if you aren't happy with yourself. Maybe that's why none of your past relationships have worked." He said as he walked over to his clothes and grabbed something before going downstairs.
I wasn't going to let Zayn's words get to me. He is a complete and total ass. Nothing more to say. How dare he try and throw MY problems into my face!? He has no right.
I pulled my food out and sat on the couch eating it whilst mentally arguing with myself.
He say's that he agreed to it before 'him and I' happened but there is no him and I so why am I even getting mad? What? This is utterly stupid and I can't believe I am stooping down to his level of childishness.
I decided that I was still going to try to revert back to somewhat of my old self but still keep some of the better qualities I had picked up being the person I am not.
I got up and grabbed my purse and sat back on the couch. I grabbed out my wallet that had my three piercing pieces I needed to put my stuff back in.
I breathed in then let the breath out slowly. I put the horseshoe jewelry to my septum and pushed it through. It actually didn't hurt? I guess the saying 'take good care of your septum piercing and it won't close up even if you take it out' was actually true. Though I didn't expect it to be completely painful- I didn't expect it to be painless either.
I took the two lip studs and pushed them through my lip as well. This time I felt a pinch when putting those in but it was defiantly worth it. I am no longer going to wear my clothes in a stupid preppy manner or do my makeup the way society wants me to. Changing back to my old look was the first part of my plan to change me.
I didn't know if Zayn was downstairs just sitting and writing or if he left yet; so I went down to check.
When I got to the store area, he wasn't there. Nice to know he is a big enough jerk to not even say goodbye. Wow, that's low. This is complete bullshit. I don't deserve to be treated like this and Zayn was going to realize that. He doesn't have me and he isn't going to. I don't care how much he tries to change me or himself to get me- it's not going to happen.
I am not somebody's second choice. You either choose me, or loose me. Either way, I will be fine. Zayn and I have only kissed- yeah, maybe it meant a little bit of something and there was a strong spark behind the kiss but I don't care.
When Zayn finally came back, it was 9 at night. Ha- gone all day 'painting' I suppose. Whatever.
He came up the stairs and sat down on the couch next to me, "Are you still mad at me?"
I looked up from my phone to him then back to my phone, "I don't know what you are talking about-"
"Oh come on- cut the crap Hannah. You know exactly what I mean."
"Why are you yelling at me?"
"Why do you have a septum ring and lip studs in?"
"I believe I asked you a question first."
"And you are playing innocent so why should I answer it."
"I have no comment to add here." I said still looking at my phone. Looking at my Instigram photos to be specific.
"Whatever," he grumbled. "Where the hell is the Hannah that was with me this morning before bullshit hit the fan? What happened to her? Cause I want her back. And if you put your piercings back in to try and be the old you- it doesn't just work that way. Trust me. Now if you will excuse me, I am going to bed, so, unless you wanna join me on this tiny little couch; then I would go over to the bed."
I didn't reply- just kept looking at my phone and got up and moved to the bed.
"Oh- Hannah" Zayn said.
I still didn't look up at him.
"Don't expect me to play your game forever. If you want me then good- if you don't then I can't do anything about that. Yeah, I'll wait for you but eventually- Just know I'm not giving up Hannah."
I rolled my eyes and turned off the lamp beside the bed and played on my phone some more before getting under the covers. I don't need to think about anymore of Zayn's lies.
I hope you guys like this chapter! I wanted to add some spice to the story! Got any ideas on what I should do next?? Comment, like and add to your favorites!