Life, Cars and Zayn Malik... Wait What?!
Chapter 16: I'm Sorry
Zayn’s POV
I sighed as I realised I would have to get out of bed and chase after her. I managed to get out of the very warm bed in the very cold air. She was not kidding with the fact I would want to wear something, because it would be freezing in here. I started hearing music from the kitchen.
So that was where I walked. I saw her scrambling eggs, before the lyrics of the song started. Then she began using the egg whisk as a microphone.
‘I don't even like you,
Why'd you want to go and make me feel this way?
I don't understand what's happened,
I keep saying things I never say.
I can feel you watching even when you're nowhere to be seen,
I can feel you touching even when you're far away from me.
Tell me where you're hiding your voodoo doll 'cause I can't control myself,
I don't wanna stay, I wanna run away but I'm trapped under your spell.
And it hurts in my head and my heart and my chest,
And I'm having trouble catching my breath.
Ooh
Ooh
Won't you please stop loving me to death?’
Okay, this was getting awkward. She hadn’t realised I was here yet.
*starts coughing vigorously*
“Does that have something to do with your smoking?” Jamie asked, turning to face me.
“No. Not that I know of.” I told her. She went back to making the eggs. “I’m sorry.” I managed to spit out.
“What are you sorry for?” she asked, looking confused.
“I don't know.” I responded.
“Then why are you apologising?” she calmly, whisking the eggs further.
“Because you were mad.” She turned to face me again, squinting at me.
“What?” she asked.
“Aren’t you mad?” she shook her head.
“Not that I remember.” She responded.
“Then why did you leave?” she gestured to the eggs.
“I’m hungry. Hence the eggs.” She answered.
“Oh.” I said a little dumb-founded.
“Do you want any? I think I have too many here…” she trailed off.
“Why would I need eggs?” I queried.
“You look like you need food. You’re kinda on the skinny side.” She answered.
“I thought I was kinda on the sexy side…”
*Jamie starts coughing vigorously at my comment*
“Is that from your smoking?” I said in a teasing tone.
“Do you want your eggs?” she asked, waving the whisk at me, bits of raw egg flying around the kitchen, some hitting me in the face. I wiped it off with annoyance.
“I prefer them on a plate, not as a shower.” I responded.
“You got a little something here.” She gestured to her stomach.
“What? They're called abs. Dur.” I replied.
“No, sweetie, you have something on your abs.” she said in a tone like it was obvious.
“Why were you looking there?” I asked, happy I was having some form of an effect on her.
“Would you not be looking at my tits if I was shirtless?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Touché.” I ended up saying, agreeing with her point. She then finished cooking the eggs after instructing me to cook some toast.
“I am going to have a shower, entertain yourself with the television while I'm gone.” She said after putting her dishes in the dishwasher.
“Can I join you?” I said, winking at her.
“How about, if you attempt to join me, I’ll knock you out with my hairdryer.” She said seriously.
“You wouldn’t break my absolutely beautiful face, would you?” I mocked her from weeks ago.
“You. Shut up. Now.” She pointed at me before leaving. Okay, that happened. Let’s decide to be nice for a minute here, and put my dishes in the dishwasher, and turn it on. So she doesn’t have to.
Cool. I gathered anything else that looked like it needed washing, and stacked it up. I clicked on the start button, not worried about the settings. Ten minutes later Jamie came out, wearing her towel, shaking. “What the hell did you do to the hot water?” she accused me.
“I didn’t do anything.” I answered, then she looked like she heard something in the kitchen. She walked in, and came back out.
“You put the dishwasher on.” she stated with pure hatred.
“And…” I trailed off.
“You put it on a hot wash. That means it uses hot water. That means your ass will be up for some form of pain for making my shower go cold. And for a possible cold involving coughing and sneezing. Meaning less interaction with you. Even less than we already have.” She stated, walking away.
She stormed back in. “And for that exact reason, I am keeping your bloody jumper.” She added, holding my jumper and pointing at me with her other hand.
***
“Move your asses now! Or we’ll be late! Again!” Codie shouted. We all ran down the stairs and out the door. She stood by the frame and hit our asses on the way out. Liam was first, then Niall, then Harry. She didn’t hit Louis’ ass though, it was more of a grab.
“HEY!” Louis shouted in response to the ass grab.
“What? You do it all the time to me.” she stated.
“TMI. TMI.” I said as she hit my ass.
“Just get into the f*cken car Malik.” She instructed.
“Yes sir!” I shouted as I got into the driver’s seat of the rental car. Codie drove off in her Ferrari. I followed the fluorescent blue car to Jamie and Amelie’s house. I was first in the door, smart remark ready to go. “HONEY! I'M HOME!” I shouted then she came out in trackies and the jumper she had taken from me. “Why aren’t you ready?” I asked.
“Remember when you put the dishwasher on, while I was in the shower?” she asked with a nasally voice.
“Yes.” I answered simply.
“Because of your stupidity I am sick and not going.” She said. “That is why I'm not ‘ready’.” She mocked with an attempt at my British accent.
“But you said you would go!” I complained.
“That was before you tried to turn me into an icicle!” she shouted back.
“It was an accident!” I yelled.
“Shut up Veronica!” wow, she must really be angry to bring that one back. Half an hour later we were still arguing.
“Jamie, you cannot wear that to our concert!” I was going to get her there. Even if I had to drag her myself.
“I ain’t going!” She stated.
“Why not?!” I shout-asked again.
“One, I’m sick and two, I don’t like your music!” she answered, telling me again.
“Well, I’ll break up with you if you don’t go!” I tried to threaten her. I didn’t think that one through very well…
“Have fun with that one!” she shouted before walking out of the room.
“What?” okay, I was confused now. “What?” I asked facing Codie. She put her hands up like she was innocent.
“She’s your girlfriend. Interpret that however you want to.” she said before she walked out and got into her car.
“What?” I said again, that did not help me at all. The concert went really slow, since my mind was on Jamie and my stupid mistake. I dropped Clarisse and Liam off at her house, since Liam wanted to spend the night or something. I then drove back to Jamie’s house, I have a feeling I need to apologise…
Jamie’s POV
I was in my room, cleaning the floor at the end of my bed, since it was still deadly. I was pissed off at Zayn, not because of his so called threat, but because of the fact he was arguing with me for half an hour about me going to one of his concerts.
That is why I am pissed.
But I’m not even that pissed.
I heard the front door open, and I thought it was just Amelie, until I heard my doorknob move. With a shoe as my weapon, I jumped on my bed and got ready to throw or hit them with my very deadly weapon and ninja skills. But then the door didn’t open. Must be locked.
“JAMIE! CAN YOU OPEN THE DOOR!” I heard Zayn shout. I didn’t respond. “Babe! Please, I’m sorry!” I still didn’t respond. “Please, just let me in.” I stayed silent. “Do you wanna build a snowman?” he asked, quoting from Frozen I see. This time I chose to respond.
“1. There isn’t any snow. 2. You already froze me. 3. I don't like you at the moment.” I listed why I didn’t wanna build a snowman, my voice was getting worse. Well, my cold was getting worse, I couldn’t breathe at all through my nose now, and my throat was killing me.
“But it’s a snowman…” he trailed off.
“And you are a dick.” I responded.
“Please, babe, I am sorry.” Zayn pleaded
*Silence*
“Just one more moment, that's all that's needed.
Like wounded soldiers in need of healing.
Time to be honest, this time I'm pleading
Please don't dwell on it, cause I didn't mean it.
I cant believe I said I'd lay our love on the ground
But it doesn't matter cause I've made it up forgive me now
Everyday I spend away my soul's inside out
Gotta be someway that I can make it up to you now, somehow.
By now you'd know that
I'd come for you
No one but you, yes I'd come for you
But only if you told me to
And I'd fight for you
I'd lie, it's true
Give my life for you
You know I'd always come for you.”
Did he really just sing? Wow he must be desperate. Especially with that song. I walked to the door, not opening it yet.
“You know I'm not actually that mad at you.” I stated.
“What do you mean? Why is your door locked then?” he asked.
“Well, sometimes when I slam my door, it kinda locks itself. Today must be your lucky day Mr Lucky-duck.” I explained.
“Did you just call me a duck?”
“No, I called you a ‘lucky-duck’. There is a huge difference.” I stated.
“Can you unlock the door then?” he asked.
“Sure thing chicken wing.” I said unlocking the door and opening it. I saw him staring at me with a weird look.
“Did you just call me a chicken?” he asked. I instantly felt offended, putting a hand to my heart.
“No. I called you a ‘chicken wing’.”
I sighed as I realised I would have to get out of bed and chase after her. I managed to get out of the very warm bed in the very cold air. She was not kidding with the fact I would want to wear something, because it would be freezing in here. I started hearing music from the kitchen.
So that was where I walked. I saw her scrambling eggs, before the lyrics of the song started. Then she began using the egg whisk as a microphone.
‘I don't even like you,
Why'd you want to go and make me feel this way?
I don't understand what's happened,
I keep saying things I never say.
I can feel you watching even when you're nowhere to be seen,
I can feel you touching even when you're far away from me.
Tell me where you're hiding your voodoo doll 'cause I can't control myself,
I don't wanna stay, I wanna run away but I'm trapped under your spell.
And it hurts in my head and my heart and my chest,
And I'm having trouble catching my breath.
Ooh
Ooh
Won't you please stop loving me to death?’
Okay, this was getting awkward. She hadn’t realised I was here yet.
*starts coughing vigorously*
“Does that have something to do with your smoking?” Jamie asked, turning to face me.
“No. Not that I know of.” I told her. She went back to making the eggs. “I’m sorry.” I managed to spit out.
“What are you sorry for?” she asked, looking confused.
“I don't know.” I responded.
“Then why are you apologising?” she calmly, whisking the eggs further.
“Because you were mad.” She turned to face me again, squinting at me.
“What?” she asked.
“Aren’t you mad?” she shook her head.
“Not that I remember.” She responded.
“Then why did you leave?” she gestured to the eggs.
“I’m hungry. Hence the eggs.” She answered.
“Oh.” I said a little dumb-founded.
“Do you want any? I think I have too many here…” she trailed off.
“Why would I need eggs?” I queried.
“You look like you need food. You’re kinda on the skinny side.” She answered.
“I thought I was kinda on the sexy side…”
*Jamie starts coughing vigorously at my comment*
“Is that from your smoking?” I said in a teasing tone.
“Do you want your eggs?” she asked, waving the whisk at me, bits of raw egg flying around the kitchen, some hitting me in the face. I wiped it off with annoyance.
“I prefer them on a plate, not as a shower.” I responded.
“You got a little something here.” She gestured to her stomach.
“What? They're called abs. Dur.” I replied.
“No, sweetie, you have something on your abs.” she said in a tone like it was obvious.
“Why were you looking there?” I asked, happy I was having some form of an effect on her.
“Would you not be looking at my tits if I was shirtless?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Touché.” I ended up saying, agreeing with her point. She then finished cooking the eggs after instructing me to cook some toast.
“I am going to have a shower, entertain yourself with the television while I'm gone.” She said after putting her dishes in the dishwasher.
“Can I join you?” I said, winking at her.
“How about, if you attempt to join me, I’ll knock you out with my hairdryer.” She said seriously.
“You wouldn’t break my absolutely beautiful face, would you?” I mocked her from weeks ago.
“You. Shut up. Now.” She pointed at me before leaving. Okay, that happened. Let’s decide to be nice for a minute here, and put my dishes in the dishwasher, and turn it on. So she doesn’t have to.
Cool. I gathered anything else that looked like it needed washing, and stacked it up. I clicked on the start button, not worried about the settings. Ten minutes later Jamie came out, wearing her towel, shaking. “What the hell did you do to the hot water?” she accused me.
“I didn’t do anything.” I answered, then she looked like she heard something in the kitchen. She walked in, and came back out.
“You put the dishwasher on.” she stated with pure hatred.
“And…” I trailed off.
“You put it on a hot wash. That means it uses hot water. That means your ass will be up for some form of pain for making my shower go cold. And for a possible cold involving coughing and sneezing. Meaning less interaction with you. Even less than we already have.” She stated, walking away.
She stormed back in. “And for that exact reason, I am keeping your bloody jumper.” She added, holding my jumper and pointing at me with her other hand.
***
“Move your asses now! Or we’ll be late! Again!” Codie shouted. We all ran down the stairs and out the door. She stood by the frame and hit our asses on the way out. Liam was first, then Niall, then Harry. She didn’t hit Louis’ ass though, it was more of a grab.
“HEY!” Louis shouted in response to the ass grab.
“What? You do it all the time to me.” she stated.
“TMI. TMI.” I said as she hit my ass.
“Just get into the f*cken car Malik.” She instructed.
“Yes sir!” I shouted as I got into the driver’s seat of the rental car. Codie drove off in her Ferrari. I followed the fluorescent blue car to Jamie and Amelie’s house. I was first in the door, smart remark ready to go. “HONEY! I'M HOME!” I shouted then she came out in trackies and the jumper she had taken from me. “Why aren’t you ready?” I asked.
“Remember when you put the dishwasher on, while I was in the shower?” she asked with a nasally voice.
“Yes.” I answered simply.
“Because of your stupidity I am sick and not going.” She said. “That is why I'm not ‘ready’.” She mocked with an attempt at my British accent.
“But you said you would go!” I complained.
“That was before you tried to turn me into an icicle!” she shouted back.
“It was an accident!” I yelled.
“Shut up Veronica!” wow, she must really be angry to bring that one back. Half an hour later we were still arguing.
“Jamie, you cannot wear that to our concert!” I was going to get her there. Even if I had to drag her myself.
“I ain’t going!” She stated.
“Why not?!” I shout-asked again.
“One, I’m sick and two, I don’t like your music!” she answered, telling me again.
“Well, I’ll break up with you if you don’t go!” I tried to threaten her. I didn’t think that one through very well…
“Have fun with that one!” she shouted before walking out of the room.
“What?” okay, I was confused now. “What?” I asked facing Codie. She put her hands up like she was innocent.
“She’s your girlfriend. Interpret that however you want to.” she said before she walked out and got into her car.
“What?” I said again, that did not help me at all. The concert went really slow, since my mind was on Jamie and my stupid mistake. I dropped Clarisse and Liam off at her house, since Liam wanted to spend the night or something. I then drove back to Jamie’s house, I have a feeling I need to apologise…
Jamie’s POV
I was in my room, cleaning the floor at the end of my bed, since it was still deadly. I was pissed off at Zayn, not because of his so called threat, but because of the fact he was arguing with me for half an hour about me going to one of his concerts.
That is why I am pissed.
But I’m not even that pissed.
I heard the front door open, and I thought it was just Amelie, until I heard my doorknob move. With a shoe as my weapon, I jumped on my bed and got ready to throw or hit them with my very deadly weapon and ninja skills. But then the door didn’t open. Must be locked.
“JAMIE! CAN YOU OPEN THE DOOR!” I heard Zayn shout. I didn’t respond. “Babe! Please, I’m sorry!” I still didn’t respond. “Please, just let me in.” I stayed silent. “Do you wanna build a snowman?” he asked, quoting from Frozen I see. This time I chose to respond.
“1. There isn’t any snow. 2. You already froze me. 3. I don't like you at the moment.” I listed why I didn’t wanna build a snowman, my voice was getting worse. Well, my cold was getting worse, I couldn’t breathe at all through my nose now, and my throat was killing me.
“But it’s a snowman…” he trailed off.
“And you are a dick.” I responded.
“Please, babe, I am sorry.” Zayn pleaded
*Silence*
“Just one more moment, that's all that's needed.
Like wounded soldiers in need of healing.
Time to be honest, this time I'm pleading
Please don't dwell on it, cause I didn't mean it.
I cant believe I said I'd lay our love on the ground
But it doesn't matter cause I've made it up forgive me now
Everyday I spend away my soul's inside out
Gotta be someway that I can make it up to you now, somehow.
By now you'd know that
I'd come for you
No one but you, yes I'd come for you
But only if you told me to
And I'd fight for you
I'd lie, it's true
Give my life for you
You know I'd always come for you.”
Did he really just sing? Wow he must be desperate. Especially with that song. I walked to the door, not opening it yet.
“You know I'm not actually that mad at you.” I stated.
“What do you mean? Why is your door locked then?” he asked.
“Well, sometimes when I slam my door, it kinda locks itself. Today must be your lucky day Mr Lucky-duck.” I explained.
“Did you just call me a duck?”
“No, I called you a ‘lucky-duck’. There is a huge difference.” I stated.
“Can you unlock the door then?” he asked.
“Sure thing chicken wing.” I said unlocking the door and opening it. I saw him staring at me with a weird look.
“Did you just call me a chicken?” he asked. I instantly felt offended, putting a hand to my heart.
“No. I called you a ‘chicken wing’.”
