Promises were meant to be broken.

Zayn's P.O.V

I was standing outside of Samantha's house calling her once again. It was 3:52 and Sammy still hadn't answered me. I've called, texted and rang the door bell at least 20 times. I sighed when I got her voicemail. I called again.

"H-hello?" her tired voice sprang through the phone.
"Sammy!" I sighed.
"Samantha." she stated.
"I've been trying to reach you for like 20 minutes now."
"Over slept." there was shuffling and whispering in the background.
"Yeah, we'll are you almost ready."
"Um....yeah jus-OW THAT HURT DIPSHIT!!!" she yelled
"You ok?" I bit my lip, processing who would be bothering her since her mom's at work.
"Yea just my faggot ass cat." she muttered before there was a thud."Fuck."
"You don't have a cat."
"I'll be out in a sec.Bye." she said before hanging up. I let my eyes roam around my surroundings and caught a glimpse of Tyler's black motorcycle.
"Fuck." I muttered, already knowing what went down last night. Right on que, I saw Tyler climbing down the side of the house, out of Sammy's room, with nothing on but boxers. I watched as he jumped down and looked back up to the window.
"Can I at least have my clothes!" he yelled. Samantha threw his clothes down at him and gave him a 'shhh'.
"Rapanzle! Rapanzle!" he called up
"What!?"
"Don't I get a love you?"
"No."
"Pleasssssssseeeee."
"I love you Tyler now go." he waved goodbye and fumbled to put his pants and shoes on. He began to walk to his bike, putting on his shirt in the process before catching a glimpse of me.
"Enjoy the show pretty boy." he said flashing me a cocky grin. I balled my fist up and let out a low growl.

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