Four hours later and I was happily back out in the parking lot waiting for Calum to pick me up. Work was hectic, I hadn't expected to be taking calls half the time and the other half doing paperwork. I guess it would always be like that.

I looked out out into the fading light, seeing no cars heading my way. Really? There was even a Starbucks across from here. Whatever.

The car lot had a Ferrari, a Bug, and a Chevy. Alignment with other smaller cars and a family car. I didn't exactly know every car model, only a couple real popular. The last car in the last space shined in the last sunlight, it's baby blue paint glinting in the sun. My eyes widened. A Porsche! Something fluttered on the hood and I stepped a little closer. Paper.

Curious and nosy as I am, I moved along to see if it was a ticket. It wasn't. Written in nice pretty boyish scrawl, was a note. Addressed to me. Signed with a Z. The only person I could possibly know who would be willing to buy me a car would be Zayn.

And I thought we had a deal! Damn him!

The keys were hidden underneath the front right tire, like described in the note. He even added a smiley face. Fuck him.

I groaned, tossing my bag in the backseat and calling Calum when I was in the drivers seat.

"Hey." He chirped on the other end. I sighed and he immediately asked what was wrong.

"Nothing's wrong. I found another ride. Sorry."

"Don't be sorry! I would've had to pick you up a litter later anyways. I'm glad you found a ride," There was rustling on the other end and someone shouting a bit. "I gotta go. Talk to you later."

"Ok, bye!"

He hung up. He fucking hung up. What the fuck.

I started the engine and headed back home. Nagging at the pit of my stomach something told me I needed to set things straight with Zayn. How did he find out I worked here? How did he find out this was my favorite car? Why does he keep wanting to attract me? We are over. I made that clear.

Annoyed as hell, I turned into the off campus fraternity neighborhood. I knew the way, I had walked there last night. I just prayed he was there and I didn't have to wait around. I wasn't coming back. Not now. Not ever.

The big house rose from the end of a coldesac. Majestic as always. It somehow seemed different in the light. More like somewhere you live and not a club.

There red were five other cars here, none that were Zayn's model. I sighed, cutting the engine, grabbing my bag, and heading up the long driveway. I've been in this situation more times than often. Actually only two. I'm over dramatic.

Four knocks.

Two boys. Both handsome but so similar I didn't know where to look first. I settled on the left.

"Hi, how can I help you?" He asked politely, half-smiling. "Uh, I'm here to see Zayn."

Their eyes widened and he opened the door wider to let me in. I stepped in carefully, surprised to see everything leaned up from this morning. The speakers were huge sitting in the corners and on a set table in the dance room. It wasn't packed with people. Just us threw in the front room.

"I'm Josh and this is James."

"Are you two twins, because you look fucking similar?"

They chuckled like it was a joke before James nodded. "We get that a lot." He says back, smiling. Yeah, normal people. Who smile.

"Zayn's not here at the moment. He's at the gym."

I lifted my eyebrows. "Oh?"

"Yeah, he works out at least three times a week. Sometimes more if something's bothering him."

"You know so much about him." I asked, bewildered that they knew this fact. I was jealous some how that they knew and I didn't. I couldn't let my feelings get in the way of this mess. I didn't want to feel attached to him, but at the same time we already were. We've had sex- that close contact brings people together. Unless you're as cold as a fucking rock, like Zayn.

They shrugged and waved me down the hall to the kitchen. Louis along with the one other guy from Starbucks and two boys who weren't there, was eating at the long ass table. They all looked up simultaneously. My cheeks heated and I felt belittled against their hardened stares. Are they always like this?

No. I remind myself of the time in the car with Louis and Zayn.

They aren't always like this.

"We're just eating take-out. Want some?" Josh asked kindly, grabbing a plate and flipping a creamy colored pizza box lid open. I shook my head. "No thanks."

My gaze fell on Louis who had wide eyes and flat lips.

"What are you doing here?" He asked skeptically. I shrugged, leaning against the wall. "I received a gift from Zayn and would like to return it." I said blandly. Louis snorted.

"You can't return your V card, babe."

"I wasn't a virgin when we had sex." I defended, hands folding in on themselves. Who did Louis think he is? And he called me babe again. Ugh I am so fucking done with him.

"So you had sex with Zayn. Why are you back then?" Louis asks, smirking already. Josh choked on his pizza and James added along with the chuckling. I rolled my eyes.

"Shut the fuck up."

Louis dropped his jaw teasingly. "Bad girl." He hissed. I frowned. One of the boys not from Starbucks cleared their throat loudly, ending the endless chuckles that followed after Louis' ridiculous comments. Asshole.

The he guy stood up, his legs long and covered with tight black skinny jeans that were ripped at the knees. His brown boots were slightly pointed and his curly hair was hidden beneath a hat. Green mesmerizing eyes found mine.

Harry Styles. He was as hot as Elizabeth described.

"Don't be rude, boys. She's Zayn's and you know what he's do to you if he found out what you were saying."

"Oh, boo hoo. We all know how Zayn sleeps around." Louis says again, before looking back at me and slamming his mouth shut.

Yeah you better be scared as fuck. I'll fucking beat the living shit out of you if one more word comes out of your pretty fucking mouth.

"Grace?"

Or maybe he wasn't scared of me. I jumped a little at the familiar voice. His light eyes were bright and his skin glistening with sweat. His hair was sticky and his shirt was sticking to his slim torso. Basketball shorts lay on his legs and a athletic bag hung over his shoulder. It dropped to the ground when he saw me.

"Why are you here?" He asks, voice soft and eyes hopeful. I cleared my throat and straightened. My hands were clutching the car keys from earlier. I was parting with my dearly beloved.

I threw them at his chest and they clattered to his feet before he caught them. The same depressing look crossed his features before he replaced it with a cold blank one.

"Keep it." I said, shoving past him back outside. I'll walk home. It wasn't too dark.

Behind me were the amused chuckles of the frat boys who lived in the Alpha House.

Just a little bit more of this idiocy and I'll cut my heart out. It hurt like fuck leaving Zayn behind, after seeing him again.

And leaving my car too.

Notes

Sorry if there are errors. I wrote this on my phone because I'm babysitting. ;) :S

And I have a question. Please answer cuz I need your opinion.... I have this sorry idea for a Liam Payne book. It's like she's at Starbucks and literally runs into Liam.

Comment or message me your opinion if I should post it, because I have a little written but it's crappy but don't wanna work on it if nobody's gonna read it.

sorry about my rambling.