22: Plans For The Future

Chapter 22:

Hazel POV:

I breathed out and stretched my legs beneath the covers and attempted to turn around but I couldn't turn around. I silently groaned and slowly fluttered my eyes open and came face to face with another face.

Zayn's face.

My eyes widened and I tried to move away from him but his arms where tightly wrapped around my torso. After a few more attempts to get out of his grip, I stopped struggling and breathed out heavily on his face since he was that close. I trailed my tongue across my front teeth and chewed down on my bottom lip.

I looked around the room and realised that we were in my room and fully clothed with yesterday's football match game. I only remember entering Harry's house and from that it was all a blur. My head was pounding and I felt that if I moved some more, I would vomit. I probably drank too much yesterday and ended up getting carried by Chase to my house or by Zayn ...

I rubbed my temples and closed my eyes for a moment then felt a warm gush of air being blown on my face and when I opened my eyes, I saw Zayn's brown eyes, looking back at me. My breath hitched in my throat when I studied his features.

His brown eyes looked so tired, his eyebrows slightly out of place, his hair sticking out in all places and it looked so soft I just wanted to run my hands through his hair. He yawned and took one hand off my torso and rub his eyes. He looked around the room, then back at me and gave me a sleepy and confused look.

I smiled at his adorable face expression and tried to get out of my bed. I rolled on my back and his hand fell off my torso and I acted as though I hadn't realised his arms weren't wrapped around my torso. I sat up and felt my stomach churning and my eyes widened when I realised that I was going to vomit.

"Shit."

I sprang off the bed, opened the bedroom door and swung it open and made a run towards the bathroom while placing a hand on my mouth. I slammed the bathroom door shut and let everything out into the toilet. The thought of me vomiting in a toilet bowl made me even more sick that I ended up vomiting even more.

I sucked in a deep breath of air and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and slammed shut the toilet seat to prevent me from vomiting any further. I shivered and rested my back against the bath tub and silently groaned. I heard the bathroom door open and Zayn walked in, giving me a concerned look.

"You okay?"

"Peachy," I replied and scrunched my face in disgust and closed my eyes.

I heard him chuckle and his foot steps approaching me, then felt him sitting down next to me. I looked at him, his arms resting on his lifted knees, looking in front of him. I reached my hand towards the flusher and pushed down the button so that my dear insides would be flushed down. I breathed out heavily and stood up and brushed my teeth to get rid of the disgusting taste. I turned around and noticed that Zayn was still sat down on the bathroom floor.

I furrowed my eyebrows together and sat back down next to him. I buried my head between my knees and chest and breathed out heavily.

"What happened yesterday?" I asked after a few more minutes of silence.

"Nothing really," he replied with a yawn. "You got drunk and high."

My eyes widened and I looked at him. He was looking at me with a smirk.

"I got what!?"

"High," he repeated.

"With what!? I don't even smoke!"

"You ate hash brownies."

"Oh my God!" I groaned and buried my head between my knees and wanted to strangle myself.

Images of how I must have been acting or saying must have been extremely embarrassing. He chuckled and I elbowed him in the ribs.

"It's not funny, I must have started singing some random song with my oh-so-not-amazing-voice!" I replied and he smirked. "Please don't tell me that I did that."

"Well ..." he replied timidly and bit his lip to stop himself from laughing. "You did song 'Friday' and 'The Rape Song'. And may I point out that you did the 'get your penis outta me' hip thrust dance."

My cheeks were probably going to get scarred from all the embarrasment that I was going through right now. I groaned and looked away from him, trying to hide my flushed face. I heard him chuckle but after a few seconds, we fell into comfortable silence. I crossed my arms on the top of my knees and rested my forehead on my arms and breathed out heavily.

"Haze?"

"Mm?"

"Why are you with Chase?"

I looked up at him and gave him a weird look. He looked back at me seriously and I realised that he actually wanted an answer.

"Why do you want to know?"

"Curious."

"That's what you said when I got with Chase," I replied and he shrugged. "You really are a gossip person, aren't you?"

He rolled his eyes and chuckled. "Really, though. Why?"

I breathed out heavily, realising he wasn't going to just drop the question with a simple 'whatever'.

"I don't know really, I guess it was just his looks and character to make me like him." I shrugged and sighed out softly. "I've only known him for a month or something, I still have to get to really know him and he gets to know me and we'll see from there, I guess."

He nodded and from the corner of my eye, I noticed he was looking at me. "Do you love him?"

"I've only been with him for a week, I don't really think that's enough time to have that on a label."

"Why are you with Sophia?" I asked him with a tiny smirk on my lips, while I looked at him. He chuckled and rolled his eyes. "That makes us even."

He nodded for a moment then breathed out heavily and silently groaned.

"I don't know," he finally replied and I furrowed my eyebrows, confused.

"How long have you been together?"

"Four months."

"In my perspective, I think that you would have known if you want to stay with the person or not after a month, two the most," I said and looked at him. He was looking in front of him, his face deep in thought. "Do you love her?"

"I don't think so," he replied after a few minutes of silence.

"Then why are you even with her?"

"I don't know," he replied. "Probably because I'm in the football team and expected to date a cheerleader, I'm guessing."

I chuckled and rolled my eyes. "That's bullshit, Zayn. You stay with a person because you want to and you care about them, not because you're expected to stay with a person just for the name and fame."

He silently groaned and breathed out heavily. "But if I tell her to stop, she'll go all psycho and do whatever she wants to ruin my reputation and me. She'll even manage to turn everyone against me, Haze!"

"True friends won't care what other people will say about you to them because they know the real you and not the fake you that other people are talking about and inventing," I replied and he looked at me weirdly. "What?"

"How do you even know all of this? Not to be rude, but you never actually had the real friends until you came to Bradford, no?" he asked and I was slightly taken aback by his reply.

"Um, I don't know I guess I got it from Seth."

"Seth?"

"My cousin."

"Oh, right, I forgot," he replied quietly and I suddenly remembered that Seth hadn't called since he left. I had called my Aunt but the only thing she had heard from him was that he had arrived safely and they were going to start training soon and then off to a mission somewhere in Iraq. It was the same thing he had told me, two days after he left. That's the only time I had heard from him and that has been in around two weeks and I was starting to worry about him.

Sure, he was a nineteen-year-old teenager who could take care of himself but he was too young to be in an army and killing people for the good. He was too young.

Too young.

I breathed out heavily and rubbed my eyes. I had a huge headache and I needed some pain killers because my head was pounding.

"I'm going downstairs," I announced and stood up, then soon after he stood up and I opened the bathroom door and went into my bedroom to change and told Zayn to go downstairs and help himself with something to eat.

I took off my clothes and slipped into an over sized hockey shirt and into black shorts but they weren't visible due to the shirt being long. I pulled my hair into a ponytail and went downstairs to find Zayn stuffing his mouth with cereal. He looked up and his eyes travelled down to my quite visible legs.

I rolled my eyes and muttered 'pervert' beneath my breath but I was sure he heard me because he chuckled. I grabbed a green apple, washed it and took a bite while sitting opposite him on the breakfast table.

"Hey, Haze?" he asked after swallowing a mouthful of cereal.

"Yeah?"

"What do you want to become when you grow up?"

I slightly raised both of my eyebrows at him. "What?"

"What do you wan to become when you grow up?" he repeated.

"You're really random sometimes," I commented and he chuckled. "I want to go to college, become a major in English and a professional dancer or a music producer. What about you?"

"I want to become a professional singer," he admitted proudly and I almost choked on the piece of apple that I was chewing.

"You sing?" I managed to choke out.

He nodded. "I want to have #1 albums in the major top charts, sell arenas, have fully booked tours, have #1 singles and have millions of fans."

"If you want it, work for it."

"But I don't want to do it alone."

"Well with whom do you want to do it?"

"Harry, Louis, Niall and Liam. They all can sing and we once tried a song together and our voices actually matched together and we didn't sound like some crappy song!" he said while smiling in pride.

I chuckled and shrugged. "Then go for it."

He chuckled and breathed out heavily. "It's hard to achieve something like that. Five unknown lads to be on top of the world isn't something to happen over-night."

"I know. If you want it, work for it. Hard," I encouraged him and he chewed his bottom lip in thought.

Before he could reply, the doorbell rang. I breathed out and got off the stool and went to see who was at the door.

I pulled the lock open and I came face-to-face with a pair of worried, blue eyes. His hair was in it's usual sideways quiff, his blue eyes twinkling and something in my stomach churned and I felt some butterflies when I looked into his gorgeous, blue eyes. He was wearing a pair of black jeans and checked blue shirt. Overall, he was gorgeous.

"Hazel? Oh my God, you're okay!" he breathed out in relief and pulled my face towards him and briefly kissed me and gave me a bear hug.

"Why wouldn't I be?" I asked him with a chuckle when he pulled away.

"I searched for you yesterday at Harry's party but I couldn't find you and Jake said that you left with Zayn?" he replied, asking the last part.

I scratched my face and bit my lip. "Yeah, um, he brought me home."

"Oh, right. I'll tell him thanks when-"

"Hazel? Who's at the doo- oh, hey Chase," Zayn appeared behind me, while taking a bite from the apple that I had left on the counter top before I went to open the front door.

"What are you doing here?" Chase asked, sounding slightly rude.

"He slept over at my house when he brought me over at my house, just to make sure that I'd be fine," I replied and Chase's face slightly relaxed but I could still notice that he was slightly pissed off that Zayn was here. "Nothing happened, Chase."

He nodded and wrinkled his nose.

"Well! I'm gonna go home. Hazel when you're ready hurry up 'cause my mother's probably freaking out by now. It's already two in the afternoon," Zayn announced while walking around me and Chase and out of the door and down the driveway. Before he pushed open the gate, he gave me a smirk and disappeared.

I momentarily closed my eyes and rubbed my temples and then re-opened my eyes and prepared to whatever was going to happen with Chase. I looked at him and he was giving me a curious look. He looked pissed off and hurt and was looking slightly guilty or I was going crazy.

"Nothing happened, Chase," I repeated and he breathed in deeply and set his jaw.

"Then why was he at your house?"

"I already told you, he slept over at my house after he brought me home and since he lives next door-"

"He what?" he asked, his lips slightly parted. "Next door!?"

"Yeah," I replied.

"What!? Why!?" he asked, his voice slightly raising, his eyes wide.

"I don't know!" I replied, my voice matching his. "How the hell was I supposed to know that they lived next door when we moved here!?"

He breathed out heavily and rolled his eyes. "Why did he tell you to go over at his house then?"

"Because I've been living at his house since this week."

"Why?" he asked, his eyes widening further in anger.

"My parents are in Ireland and they wanted me to not be alone for two weeks so I moved in with them for two weeks."

"Why not with a relative or with Jesy or Lenni?"

"Because they live in Leeds! And my parents don't even know Jesy or Lenni or their parents. I don't even know their parents, for that matter!"

"And you know Zayn's parents. What a coincidence," he replied sarcastically while rolling his eyes.

"Are you even serious right now!? You left me alone at Harry's party and let me eat fucking hash brownies and get high on my own without knowing what the hell was going on around me! You ignored me and went to get drunk on your own with your friends and left me alone!"

His face softened and a guilty expression replaced his angry feautres. "I'm sorry."

I rolled my eyes and licked my lips in annoyance.

"I have to go, Zayn's mother is probably freaking out," I announced and stepped backwards, back into my house and waited for him to say goodbye.

He nodded and smiled at me, I gave him back a tiny smile. "Do you want to go out tonight?"

"I can't, I have dance practise and I have to study for Monday's test," I replied and he nodded.

He looked so sad and I felt a bit guilty and miserable to see him like that. He was just being a protective boyfriend and caring for me, right? When I saw him this morning, I felt those butterflies. When I kissed him, my lips slightly, really slightly, tingled.

"I'm free on Sunday, if you'd like to go out on Sunday," I blurted out and mentally slapped myself. Why the hell did I just say that I was free on Sunday when I wasn't!? I had a ton of homework and studying to do.

His face brightened up and he nodded. "Yeah, sure. I'll pick you up at eight in the afternoon, good?"

I nodded and he smiled a genuine smile. He stepped forward and pulled me close to him and softly met my lips and butterflies exploded through my stomach and I slightly shivered as his fingers slightly trailed my cheeks.

I felt the butterflies. Was that supposed to mean that I actually, really liked Chase or where they just butterflies from being nervous or something?

I have to seriously get studying. In two weeks time I have exams and in 4 weeks time Summer '13

Waahheeeyyyyyyyyy

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