6: Starting To Fall

Chapter 6:

Hazel POV:

Teenagers by My Chemical Romance started ringing and screaming in my ears. I woke up with a jolt and groaned. I flopped back down on my bed and reached my hand out to grab my cell phone. I pressed the green button and smacked it against my ear.

"Hello?" I asked with a grumble.

I heard a chuckle coming from the other end. "Morning lazy head."

"Harry I'm going to kill you! It's too early!" I whined.

"It's two in the afternoon."

"It's a Sunday! Let me sleep!"

"Nope," he replied and I heard someone chuckle on the other side.

"Is someone next to you?" I asked him.

"Zayn," he replied and my eyes widened while my heart started racing. Over the past week, even though I was avoiding Zayn, we had managed to talk a few times and in science lab he was the only one without a partner and lucky me (not) I ended up paired up with him while dear Sophia sent me daggers. She was paired up with the other blonde, Amber. She hated me for no apparent reason and from what Jesy told me, she thought that I had a 'thing' for Zayn. Anyways, he was acting nice towards me and he was actually trying to be my friend when he knew that I hated his everything and even his family. Yet, he still tried and fortunately for him, it was sort of working because I found myself giving him a tiny smile whenever he looked at me and smiled.

"So, my parents are out of town for the whole week so party at mines at 7, be there."

I groaned and rolled my eyes. "You're still thinking about doing that?"

"Yes," he replied, sounding proud. "I mean, come on! It's going to be one of the best parties anyone has ever done in this tiny town! You're coming right?"

"Mhm, I don't really have anything else to do since my parents are still out of town for another few days," I replied.

"You better or I'll drag you by the hair," he said and I gasped while he chuckled. "Now, open the door or I'll break it down."

I furrowed my eyebrows and slowly sat up. "What?"

At that precise moment my front door started being bombarded with banging. My eyes widened and I quickly jumped out of bed, my hair still in a quick messy bun that I was too lazy to take off before I slept yesterday. I flew down the stairs and ran towards the door and flung it open almost getting hit with Harry's fist. He smiled and looked down my body, one eyebrow arched. I was only wearing a yellow sponge bob top and black short shorts.

"Pervert," I mumbled and attempted to slam the door shut but his strong hand stopped it and he stepped inside. "No! Out! I wanna sleep!"

"I've been awake since 9am! Then I woke this other lazy ass an hour ago and then I woke you up," Harry stated with a grin, motioning his hand towards Zayn. He was wearing dark blue skinny trousers, a white top and a light denim jacket, his black hair pulled up into a tiny sideways quiff. I tore my eyes away from him and looked at Harry.

"Why are you even here?" I asked him, slightly moving backwards for them to enter. I slammed it shut and looked at him, waiting for an answer.

"You're coming shopping with us for the party," Harry replied looking at me.

I raised my eyebrows at him and shook my head. He rolled his eyes and nodded while I shook my head. "You are. Go change."

"Why do you even want me to come along?" I asked him frowning.

"Because you're my best friend and I love you," he replied and I felt Zayn's arms stiffen a bit around my waist. "Now go change."

I shook my head again and he arched his eyebrow and looked at Zayn, a tiny smirk playing on both of their lips. They communicated with their facial expressions, turned their heads to look at me and slowly started walking forwards, while I walked backwards. With one swift motion, Harry jumped forwards but I was quick enough to realise what they were going to do. So I quickly turned around and sprinted upstairs. I grabbed my bedroom door's handle but I was yanked backwards by a pair of strong hands and my back hit one of their strong chests. I tried to get out of their grip but his arms were tightly wrapped around my waist. I heard footsteps approaching and I attempted to turn my head but the one that was holding me turned around which resulted in flipping me around, my legs flinging around like a jelly fish. I squealed and planted my legs back on the floor.

"Whoa!" Harry said putting his hands up to stop me from hitting me.

So Zayn's the one that caught me? My enemy?

He isn't really your enemy anymore dork! A voice in my head pointed out. I ignored it and tried to get out of Zayn's grip but he didn't even budge. I sighed and looked at Harry giving him my puppy dog eyes but he was only smirking at me.

"That's not gonna work," he replied and I rolled my eyes and a thought struck my mind. I smirked evilly and bit my lip, Harry looked at me curiously then at Zayn, then back at me.

"Hey Zayn," I said sweetly, smirking.

"Yeah?" he asked slowly.

"Hi," I said through gritted teeth and lifted my foot and hit him right in his centre. His arms quickly drew back and covered his centre. He fell down on his knees and down on the floor, cursing words flying out of his mouth his eyes bulging out. I smirked, proud of my work. I turned and looked at Harry; his mouth slightly gaping open in astonishment, he turned to look at me. "Well I'll be off to change, if you need some ice, first drawer in the freezer."

I pushed open my bedroom door and slammed it shut, turning the lock. I sighed out heavily and walked towards my closet and picking out a black waist flow skirt, turquoise top, black jersey and black biker boots. I pulled my black hair in a straight high ponytail, applied some mascara, grabbed my cell phone and headed downstairs. I heard noise coming from the kitchen. I was going to enter the kitchen when I heard my name being mentioned.

"I'm going to kill her!" Zayn said through gritted teeth and whimpered.

"Oh come on man, she was only joking," Harry defended.

"By kicking me in the damn balls!? I was only fucking holding her! Maybe she should acting like a spoilt brat," he said, spitting the words 'spoilt brat' in hatred.

Tears stung my eyes but I refused to let them fall. He didn't even know why I even acted like this. He didn't even know three quarters of the story hell he didn't even know me. People judge too quickly these days. I blinked repeatedly and walked in the kitchen, both their heads turning to look at me. I rested my palms on the counter top and looked at the both of them.

"Ready to go?" Harry asked, a grin spreading on his lips. I nodded and Zayn walked straight past me and stormed out of the room. I looked at Harry with one of my eyebrows arched upwards, he gave me an apologetic look. "He's just pissed off."

"Yeah, I sort of noticed," I said sarcastically and he chuckled. "Just out of curiosity, does he call everyone a spoilt brat whenever he's pissed off?"

His eyes slightly widened and he opened his mouth to reply but I lifted a hand up to stop him from replying. "You know what, I don't want to know the answer to that. Let's just go."

He nodded and we both walked out of the kitchen and towards the front door where Zayn was waiting for us. He opened the door and walked outside, Harry following him while I locked the door shut and we walked down the driveway. We walked all the way to the supermarket which took us practically forty five minutes. Harry took one of the trolleys and looked at us.

"You hold it," he said pushing the trolley towards me. "I look gay with it."

I burst out laughing and pushed it back towards him. "You want it, you hold it."

He pushed it back towards me and I pushed it back towards him. We repeated this for a few minutes when Zayn grabbed the trolley's rail and pushed it forwards, holding an annoyed expression. I looked at Harry, he was looking at Zayn's back rolling his eyes. I breathed out heavily and followed Zayn to the snacks aisle. They filled half of the trolley with snacks while whispering to each other.

"I'm gonna go get some other stuff, you two start getting the drinks," Harry said and without another word he spun on his heels and walked over to another aisle, shooting a meaningful look towards Zayn. We both walked towards the drinks section and Zayn went straight towards the liquor section, I rolled my eyes and went towards the soft drinks section. I grabbed a couple of bottles in both hands and walked towards the trolley and carefully placed them in the trolley while he placed around eight liquor glass bottles. I arched an eyebrow at them and he gave me a questioning look.

"What?"

"Nothing," I replied and pushed the trolley off towards Harry's direction but Zayn's voice stopped me.

"Sorry I called you a spoilt brat," he apolagized. I turned around to look at him, both my eyebrows raised.

"Did you just apolagize?" He nodded and forced myself to not smile. "Sorry I kicked you in the balls."

He smiled triumphantly and I rolled my eyes, turned around and pushed the trolley towards Harry and felt something brushing along my right arm, I looked on my right and noticed Zayn walking next to me. He breathed out a heavy sigh and looked around when we arrived to the section that Harry was.

"Where is that dork?" he asked and I shrugged. He sighed and looked around one last time, then looked at me. "Can I ask you something?"

I shrugged and looked at him, waiting for his question. "Can you stop thinking of my family and I as your 'enemies'?" he asked, air quoting.

I slightly raised my eyebrows at him and quietly chuckled. "You're asking for the impossible there, Zayn."

"Why?"

"Because your family did so much to mine and you expect me to forgive that easily?"

"Yeah."

I rolled my eyes and saw Harry skipping towards us with a liqour bottle in his hands, a playful smirk plastered on his lips. He placed it in the trolley and dragged the trolley towards the cash point. Zayn and I stayed silent while we pulled the stuff out of the trolley. The cashier, which was probably around nineteen years old, passed every liquor bottle without a glance. She stated the price and Harry paid her.

"Later Maggie," Harry said winking at the cashier, taking a bag in each of his hands while Zayn took two and I took one.

We walked out of the supermarket and started walking back towards Harry's house. "You know that chick?" Zayn asked curiously.

"Gemma's friend, you know her," he replied and Zayn furrowed his eyebrows in thought.

"So thats why she didn't even ask for and ID?" I asked him and he shot me a knowing smile, I chuckled and shook my head, smiling.

**

I didn't have time to go home and change since I stayed over at Harry's and helped him prepare for the party, though most of time we spent it either eating, on the internet or singing along to weird songs that Harry chose. I chuckled and sat down on one of the bar stools, feeling exhausted. Zayn was playing Temple Run on his phone, Harry was pushing furniture to the sides of the sitting room so that people could dance in the middle without hitting something valuable for Mrs Styles. Zayn mumbled a curse word under his breath and raised his hand that contained the phone and looked at it in disbelief. I moved a stool closer to him and rested my elbows on the granite counter top, looking at the man deliriously running away from the gorillas that were chasing after him. He lost the game a couple of more times but he couldn't reach the highest high score.

"Don't you get bored of playing it?" I asked and he shook his head, not bothering to open his mouth to respond.

I sighed and jumped off the stool and walked around Zayn, reached my hand over his shoulder and took the phone out of his hands. I took a step backward and looked at the screen, and eyebrow arched. He swerved around and tried to grab the phone back but I moved further back. He jumped off the stool and grabbed my wrist in one quick swift.

"Zayn!" I protested and tried to wiggle out of his grip. "I just want to see what the whole fuss about this game is!"

"No! I'll show you just give it back!" he said sounding impatient. He reached out his free hand and tried to grab his phone but I ended up sitting down on the floor to prevent him from taking the phone.

He was practically leaning over me his torso over my head and my back arched backwards, slightly resting against his feet. We stayed in that position for a couple minutes before he sighed out heavily, tickling my cheek. I was about to say something when Harry walked in, taking a bite from a banana. He  looked at the both of us, we both looked at him while he chewed the banana making his thinking face. He threw the peel on the counter top and looked back at us.

"What are you two doing?" he finally asked with a smirk.

"She took my phone!"

"I just wanted to see what the damn game was all about!"

"You could have asked!"

"Like you would have taken any notice!"

"Yes I would have!"

"No you wouldn't have, Zayn," I said with a sigh, letting go of the phone and it hit the floor. I stood up and yanked my wrist out of his hands. "All you care about is your stupid popularity and the way your hair is or if people are looking at you or if they are even talking about you! Do you have any idea how annoying it is to hear two hormonal girls thinking on what they would like to do to you?"

By now Harry was rolling on the floor in fits of laughter and Zayn, well Zayn was in a state of shock. I looked at him with an annoyed look.

"They don't say that about me!" he said seriously.

"Oh really? Well next time in Math class I'll record them!" I said and Harry burst out into another fits of laughter.

The doorbell rang and I heard a wave of noise coming from outside. Harry stopped laughing and suddenly stood up, straightening his shirt and looking at the both of us with an Elvis look but he ruined it by letting a laugh escape his lips.

"Party's home."