Life of a Direction-ette

"Wake up, Zayn." I whispered. We had already made it to my house, but Zayn fell asleep on the way. It was just me and Jess talking about nothing.

He groaned and I rolled my eyes in response. I had to get him out of the car so he could get his shit. I sighed as I crawled on top of him. I straddled him as rested my hands on his chest. I laughed at the way he was sleeping since it looked like he might hurt his neck at which the angle he had it, to the side. I leaned over his torso and pitched his nose shut. I waited until he jumped from under me.



"Charlie!" He gasped loudly.



"Get your shit." I told him as I got off him with a laugh. He frowned in my direction while he got out of the car. I dragged my suitcase into the house and there was a very special surprise.



"Surprise!" Everyone yelled when I walked in.



"The fuck?" I said. I was met with a smiling Jessica.



"Babe! You made it!" She told me as I stood in the doorway, "You've got to see the turn out."



"They're only here cause I'm famous. It has nothing to do with me as a person." I said loudly to her. Everyone grew silent after that. I turned to them and yelled, "If you know what Sknaht means, raise your hand."



Only about three people raised their hand and I just shook my head. Sknaht is thanks backwards. I had a sleepover with my closest friends the year before and we promised to remember Spy kids since it was one of my favorite movies ever. I even had it in sharpie on my right palm for a week.



"Everyone else get the fuck out of my house!" I yelled just as Zayn walked up behind me.



"What happened here?" He asked me as everyone scurried out of my house.



"Nothing. Just fake people being even more fake." I murmured as I lugged my stuff up the first step of the staircase. I stopped and said, "Jess, next time you want to throw me a surprise party with people I hate," I looked at her and finished with, "Don't."



I marched up the stairs whilst dragging my bags with every stomp of my feet. Zayn gave a nervous wave before he followed me. Once I got to my room, I dropped the bags on my bed and instructed Zayn to do so, too. I'm still a little surprised management let Zayn go with me even though it would get to the tabloids that he was with me in New York,



"So this is the bathroom." I told him, making our way down the hallway. I turned back around to face him and noticed Zayn leaning on the cream colored wall next to him.



"What's up?" I asked him since he had a concentrated look on his face.



"What was that back there?" He asked me after a while.



"What was what? You mean when I told everyone to get out earlier?"



He nodded in response. I took a deep breath and ran a hand through my hair before I whispered, "Jess thinks that now I'm famous, I want really big and lavish parties but I don't. I barely like the outside world even though I'm never outside long enough for me to actually care."



He looked at me for a second before a smirk appeared on his face.



"What?" I asked because he looked like he had just figured something out.



He just shook his head with the smirk still present. I yelled "What!" louder but he refused to tell me what.



"Charlie! We need you downstairs!" Allison yelled. I sighed loud enough for them to hear and told Zayn I'd be right back.



"What?" I uttered once I finally got downstairs. They looked at me with hurt expressions.



"What the hell do you want? You want me to apologize for kicking everyone out?" I asked with a truck load of sarcasm. Before someone could answer I spat out,



"I'm so sorry for kicking out all of you bitch ass friends for being fake little assholes. We all damn well know I don't know none of those people but you invited them anyway. I'm sorry for not wanting any of the in my house. but I don't want any of that falseness to rub off on one of you guys. I get enough of that shit at Starbucks."



I took a deep breath and everyone seemed to change their expression.



"I'll make popcorn while you guys clean up and we'll watch a movie, Hm?" I said tiredly. They nodded and we got back to what were doing. I walked to the bottom of the staircase and called up to Zayn,



'Hey Zee!"



"Yeah?!" He called back.



"The chef would like you assistance in the kitchen!" I yelled with a noticeable smile playing on lips.



He jogged down the steps moments later and helped me make some buttery popcorn. We watched Parent Trap since that like a fucking classic. How can you not? I sat in the middle of Jess and Zayn. I feel like a lazy bum since I laid with my legs over Jessica's lap and my head in Zayn's. We had the popcorn bowl wedged between my and the sofa.



When I passed out i the middle of the movie, Jess asked Zayn to take me to my room because if she knew I would be very pissed if KC took me up there.