The Hidden Truth

Chapter 1 - Feisty, innit?

Still Aisha’s POV:

Harry made his way over to my window never dropping his mischievous smile, oh how I would love to wipe it off of his face. He leans down and pops his head through the window since Tiffany opened them already. Of course me, being me, had to ignore him and look straight ahead of me and not acknowledge his presence.

 “So, are you going to look at me or pretend that I’m not here?” he asked with a smirk on his ever so beautiful face.

 I still ignored him, looking straight ahead and not even blinking.

 He grabbed my face and turned it so it was looking at his. We were even closer than I thought; I instantly got butterflies in my stomach.

 “You’re not going to be able to not talk to me or even look at me for the whole day, love. You and I both know it.” He stated, his smirk growing even bigger.

 I pulled away and turned my head away so he wouldn’t see me blushing, but it was too late. He already saw; judging by the chuckle that just escaped his throat. I hate him.

 He was about to go until I felt his hand stroke my cheek and his voice whisper in my ear; “You don’t hate me.” He said, as almost as if he could read my mind. And with that he sauntered off to his friends leaving me stunned. I grabbed my iPod and shoved my earphones into my ears and blocked the whole world out.

 Tiffany’s POV:

I saw Harry walk over to Aisha and I couldn’t help but let a small smile play on my lips. I looked over and saw her trying her best to ignore him; she can be so stubborn at times. I looked back and saw Zayn's head popped through the window and staring at my face. I immediately got insecure and buried my face in my hands.

I felt the strong grip of Zayns hands pull mine away from my face. I looked up at him, waiting for him to say something.

 “You’ve got something on your face.” He stated after what seemed like hours of him inspecting my face.

 “WHAT?!” I shouted, desperate to know what he was talking about. I tried covering my face with my hands again but his grip on them remained strong.

 He leaned in closer and finally said, “My lips.” He crushed his lips upon mine and couldn’t help but think about how cute that was. I don’t know why Aisha hates him, he is so sweet.

 We pulled away and he smiled at me, “Bye, I’ll see you at school.” And with that he walked away to Niall, Louis, Liam and Harry; who were all wolf-whistling and telling him that he was turning soft.

 I sped off with the biggest grin ever on my face; I looked over to Aisha, curious to know what she was doing. She had her earphones in and was staring out of them window, like she was in her own little word. Like nothing could ever disturb her and she had no idea what was happening around her. I could hear her softly hum along to the song that was playing, which seemed to be “If I Were A Boy” by Beyonce. She always did dream of a guy who would treat his girl properly, problem is; is that there are too many players. But I’m lucky I have Zayn.

 We arrived at school and got out and proceeded to go to our lockers, like we always do before the lessons start. We were walking in the hallways, towards our lockers but who else than Caitlin to be standing right in front of them? Caitlin was wearing her signature look: shorts with her ass hanging out, top with her boobs hanging out and outrageous accesories.

 "Caitlin," I started, "could you move away from our lockers please."

 Caitlin turned around slowly and as soon as she turned around fully I heard Aisha scoff, I knew exactly why. Her face looks like its been smushed into a pumpkin, she was too orange. Is this what they call tanning nowadays? Caitlin stared directly at Aisha.