Scars

Chapter 29

CARLY'S POV

All 5 of us sit on the two couches. Me and Zayn sit on the smaller one and the three of them sit on the bigger one. The couches are at a 90 degree angle. Zayn puts his arm around my waist.

"So how long have you all been dating?" Niall asks and I have decided that he is, in fact, Irish.

"About 5 months." Zayn answers and tightens his grip around me. Why is he acting so weird.. He's being really clingy.

"Hmm.." Niall hums and the three of them break off into their own conversation.

"Whats wrong with you?" I whisper to Zayn.

"I just don't want to be here now. I would rather us be having se-"

I put my hand over his mouth because he wasnt exactly being quiet.

He chuckles and kisses my cheek.

"So when are you two going to college?" Louis asks, breaking up the three of them's conversation.

"I don't know." Zayn answers for both of us.

"I am next semester," I say for myself. Zayn shouldn't answer for both of us, I can answer for myself.

Zayn looks at me with curious eyes. I haven't spoke to him about college yet. He doesn't say anything, just looks away thoughtfully.

"Cool. We could all hang out at each others dorms." Louis says, smirking at Zayn.

"I'm going to college next semester," Zayn repeats what I said.

"Cool. We can all hang together then," Harry winks at Zayn.

Zayn rolls his eyes at him.

"So there's this sick party tonight at one of the frat houses. You all wanna come?" Harry asks smiling, dimples piercing his cheeks.

"Yes," I say. "No," Zayn says. We both say it in unison.

"C'mon, it'll be fun," I nudge Zayn.

"Yeah listen to the girl, it'll be fun." Niall kicks his feet on the coffee table.

"Uhh Okay." Zayn groans.

A smile plants on my face and I grab his hand.

"We better go. We'll be back for the party." Zayn mumbles getting up from the small sofa.

I dont know why he's acting so strange. I'll talk to him in the car and follow what he says now.

"Alright, man. See you soon. Bye Carly." Harry gives me a scheevey smile. I try and smile back politely. I get chills down my back from his smile.

Zayn walks out the door and we both walk to the car. He opens my door for me and walks to the driver's side. He gets in and drives off. We sit in silence for a little bit.

"Why are you acting weird?" I finally worked up enough courage to ask him.

"I'm not." He says. His eyes don't turn to me they just keep their train of sight on the road.

"Yes you are. What's wrong?" I think I know the answer but I'm not sure. All I know is he's been acting weird ever since we met with his friends.

"It's stupid, nothing." He says. I am too tired to ask further questions so I leave it at that. I lean my head against the cold window without another word.

We arrive back at my house and he parks the car. I get out and he follows behind me. I open the front door and we both walk up to my room.

"What should I wear?" I ask Zayn going through my drawers and closet.