Author’s Note:
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For the first time this week, I woke up with the sense of serenity and tranquillity. For once, I wasn’t woken up by my bad-mannered phone and its mind-numbing alarm. My body simply woke by itself, feeling completely satisfied with the amount of hours I slumbered for.
My body felt light and clean. So clean that I didn’t even bother washing my face, I simply just walked downstairs to find some food. Since it was Sunday, both my mum and dad didn’t have any work so I was pleasantly surprised to see my dad sitting on his favourite seat, watching the news with a mug of coffee on his hand. He soon spotted me and looked towards my direction. He seemed confused as to why I was still in my sleeping clothes but I just offered him a polite smile and walked towards the kitchen.
I felt the cold surface of the marble tiles send my spine into a shivering frenzy. I felt the hair on my arms stand on end and I soon felt uncomfortable. I ran back to the living room and quickly put on a pair of fluffy, bunny slippers. My dad was eyeing me anxiously, probably wondering why I ran out of the kitchen like I just spotted a ghost or something. I walked back to the kitchen and I soon felt the absence of the cold floor. I shuffled towards the fridge and opened it hastily. Fortunately, there was still some milk left. I quickly took out the milk from the side shelf of the fridge door and placed it on the kitchen counter. I closed the fridge and opened the cupboard to get a bowl and my favourite cereal, Cookie Crisps. I poured masses of the breakfast treat and poured milk onto it after. I got out a teaspoon from the drawer and began eating my breakfast.
I spent most of my morning eating and talking to my dad about the meeting until I recalled what Jordan sent me last night. I remembered that he wanted to meet me at pier today at around 12. I looked at the clock warily and soon realised that it was already 10:45. I jumped off the sofa and ran towards the stairs, shouting my farewell to my dad. I ran up the steps and into my room. I walked into my closet and quickly browsed through the many articles of outfits I had. I realised it was quite a sunny day so I got out a pair of high-waisted denim shorts, a large white tank top, a matching PINK bra and panties and a thin dip dye sweater. I quickly changed, the shorts comfortably hugged my butt, showing them off and my tank top perfectly complimenting my collarbones and my thin arms. I layered my tank top with a sweater, seeing as my bra showed rather easily through the thin, white clothing. The sweater hung carefully and I tucked the front bit into my denim short since it was a bit too low. The pink shade of sweater perfectly flattered my skin colour and like the tank top, it perfectly showed off my collarbones. I walked over to my bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face. After washing my face, I put on a thin layer of foundation, just to cover up some imperfections and a faint touch of lipstick so that my lips would pop out even more. I grabbed my brown, fringed cross body bag and hung it on my shoulder. I grabbed my phone, spare keys and my purse and stuffed them messily in my bag and with a snap of a finger, I dashed outside.
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Fortunately, I didn’t live too far from the pier and as luck would have it, I remembered to put on anti-perspirant so after 30 minutes of walking and running, I was safe from sweaty armpits.
I realised that it was only 11:40 so I sauntered down the pier and smiled at how happy everyone looked. Children were busying themselves with the arcade and the rides and older folks were peacefully sat on deckchairs, overlooking the whole beach and just watching everyone be happy. I sat down on an empty deckchair and got my phone out. I was playing Angry Birds until I received a text. I was taken aback by the name that popped up on my phone. Zayn.
I quitted the game and opened the message, my heart slightly pumping a bit faster. I waited for the message to load and as soon as it loaded, I started reading the message.
From: Zayn
Hey x
What the hell just happened?
I looked at the message with my eyes slightly widened. I was surprised as to how I got so excited over such a tiny word. I wasn’t a big fan of One Direction but they were unbelievably famous and any girl would kill to receive a text from one of them.
I hesitated. I wasn’t sure how to reply. I could easily reply with a small ‘hey’ or I could write him a huge question wondering how he got my number. I knew he typed in his number but I was pretty sure he never actually took my number but either way, I’m slightly glad that he did.
I decided to wait five minutes. I didn’t really want to come across as a bit needy by replying instantly. I waited five minutes and decided to reply with a Hey.
To: Zayn
Heyy x
I put my phone back into my bag until my phone vibrated in my hand. I looked at it and realised that Zayn had replied immediately. Slightly surprised, I resumed opening the text message.
From: Zayn
How are you? X
I blushed sheepishly. I was astonished as to how quickly replied but I was even more surprised as to the fact that he was noncompulsorily talking to me. Zayn Malik was actually paying attention to me. I don’t care if he’s not exactly Frank Ocean or Bruno Mars, he was still nonetheless, one of the most wanted males out there. Girls wanted him. They wanted his babies! And not only that but he lives an extremely busy life. I wonder why he is texting me then.
To: Zayn
Not much, just waiting for Jordan at the pier! You? X
Crap. Why did I have to mention Jordan?
I quickly regretted pressing the send button. Weirdly enough, my palms soon grew warmer and damp. I could feel my heartbeat racing. Zayn was nowhere near me and he still managed to make me feel this way. Make me feel so desperately crushed.
From: Zayn
Hey, can I ask you a question? X
I grew nervous. If my heartbeat wasn’t already racing, it definitely was now. I could feel my blood quickly surging through around my body faster than lightning. My heart was pumping blood by the millisecond. I felt nauseated and clammy. But before I could reply, my thoughts were interrupted by another vibration from my phone.
From: Zayn
Are you and Jordan dating? Or are you guys just friend? X
I blushed at his question. I felt happy, knowing that he was interested in my love life. I don’t care if he was probably just curious. It was cute that an international star like him was asking me about my love life. I smiled sheepishly, staring at my phone while biting my lower lip.
To: Zayn
No, we’re just good friends…We’re actually meeting up because we needed to talk about something but I’m not quite sure what about since he was very vague with his message :’( x
I replied. I looked at the top of my phone and checked the time. It was only 11:49 and Jordan was still nowhere to be seen. I looked at all the children busy spending their money on hopeless games like those games where you control a hook that will eventually plummet down to the ground and grab a toy but eventually drop the toy in the end. I never liked those games. I found it a bit mean, giving people false hopes. And it was just a waste of money.
My phone started vibrating again. I realised how it took him a bit longer to reply compared to his previous texts.
From: Zayn
Ahaa, good! I was hoping you two weren’t dating <3
Just like that, my heart stopped beating. I felt weird and almost elated. What did he mean by that?
But before I could reply, I saw a familiar figure walking towards me with his hands deep in his pockets. I smiled at him. I swiftly slid my phone into my pocket.
“Hey”, Jordan greeted, smiling at me adorably. His dimples were showing clear and his cheekbones looked adorable.
“Hey to you too!” I cheered, wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug. I felt his hands release from his pockets and wrap his arms around me. I smelled the familiar scent of Calvin Klein on him and I instantly felt weak on my knees. This kind of reminded me about the moment me and Niall shared yesterday. His arms hugging me intimately with my face deep in his chest, his cologne filling my nostrils. I blushed wildly but it seemed like Jordan noticed the sudden change of colour my cheeks adopted.
He pulled me closer to him, closing the small gap between us already. Our bodies were soon united and I could feel his body radiating heat. Though he was only wearing a white T-shirt and denim shorts, his body felt hot. His hands lowered down to the back of my back and he rubbed soothing circles which made me go into a euphoric state. He continued rubbing circles on my back, making me feel weak and relaxed. My arms went loose around his neck and lazily made their way down to his chest. I rested my head against chest, closing my eyes like I was about to go to sleep. He kissed the top of my head and rested his chin on top of my head. We were both aware that we were in the middle of the pier with lots of people possibly staring at our public display of affection but this didn’t seem to put him off. We slowly pulled away and he intertwined his hand with mine. I didn’t want to but I was still high from him rubbing my back. I wanted to tell him that we should just remain friends and that I didn’t want things to be awkward between us but as always, I was leading him on once again. How can I tell someone that I didn’t love them when I’m holding their hand right now?
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“Here, try this!” he offered me his milkshake, his smile ever so sweet. His eyes were glistening and his dimples showed rather clearly.
We were at a small milkshake café called “Shakeaway” and the two of us ordered 2 different, large milkshakes. He ordered a chocolate milkshake with Oreos and Hershey’s and extra whipped cream whilst I ordered a Galaxy flavoured milkshake with bits of Smarties and Ferrero Rocher and marshmallows on top. I stared intently at his face, studying every single curve and line of his perfectly sculptured face. He had obtruding, round cheekbones and a smooth complexion. His teeth were perfectly aligned and his eyes were adorably spherical and deep. I could feel my soul melting at the sight of his eyes. Everything about him was perfect and I remembered the very first time I met him.
I was at the lunch queue with Hayley, waiting for the lengthy line to decrease in number. Meanwhile, a stocky guy barged in front of us, nearly knocking me over but I remembered how my fall was suddenly stopped by someone. Jordan. I remembered how strong he was and how affectionate he was. He asked me if I was okay and he confronted the guy. Their heated argument soon turned into a violent brawl. I watched as the guy punched Jordan in the stomach and the face but Jordan was soon to retaliate by punching him in the face and then landing a powerful, swift uppercut, sending the other guy flying (he didn’t actually fly but he did kind of lifted off the ground and fell backwards). Jordan walked closer to me, blood streaming down his nose and his cheeks slightly bruised. Although he looked like he was in extreme pain, he smiled at me and continued enquiring about my well-being. He was kind and caring. Those were the two things that drew me towards him. It wasn’t about his dashing looks and his outstanding popularity. It was because he was so caring and so compassionate towards someone he had never talked to before. He heavily got punished for his actions and he was forced to go to detention for an hour every day for the whole week. But one day, I decided to wait for him. I waited for what seemed to be forever but as soon as he came out of the detention room, I offered him a kind smile and asked him if he wanted to get coffee or something to eat. He happily obliged and after that, we became friends. But because of college and different social circles, me and Jordan didn’t stay close for long. Eventually, we faded away from each other’s lives until recently when we bumped into each other and somehow, everything soon merged together and my crush on him grew even stronger. I fancied him for 2 years and now, we were finally close to having a relationship together. But a relationship that I don’t intend to pursue. I loved him but even though I’m a Catholic, I believe in destiny and I strongly believe, after the kiss we shared, that we are not destined for each other. He’s destined for someone else like I’m destined for someone else too. And I’m sure that he’ll realise it soon enough. He’ll realise that we don’t belong together and I truly hope that things wouldn’t turn sour between us. Though I don’t intend on having a relationship with him, I still want to be friends with him. He’s a great guy and any girl would be lucky to date him. But not just any girl. He deserves the best.
I looked at his straw mesmerizingly. I took a sip of his beverage and I instantly understood why he chose to order it. The flavours were overwhelmingly good. The Oreos and the Hershey’s were perfectly blended and they both perfectly complimented each other’s tastes. I grinned at how delicious his drink was. I looked up to his gazing eyes and he did that cute thing that guys always seem to do. Stare at you adorably. I blushed madly and quickly pulled away from his drink and direct my attention back to my drink.
He looked at me from across the small, round table, busily sipping his drink. I noticed that he had some froth on the corner of his lips. I lifted my hand closer to his face and slowly stuck my thumb out to wipe away the milky froth that dirtied his face but before I could reach his face, he grabbed my hand and rubbed circles onto my hand with his thumb. He held my hand from across the table, our intertwined hands resting lazily on the table surface. He grinned at me cheekily.
“Alison, I love you” he uttered silently. I noticed how rapid the colour of his cheeks changed. They were a soft pink earlier but now they were a burning crimson. His eyes were glimmering and once again, his dimples were perfectly clear for the eye to see. They almost seemed artificial due to how deep and cute they looked. He was smiling quietly. He licked his lower lip and then bit on it shyly.
Before I could reply, I paused. My heart was beating more violently than normal. I detected how my heart has never beaten this fast ever before. My heart genuinely felt like an atomic bomb exploding, erupting into a giant mushroom cloud. On the other hand, my min wasn’t any better. It felt like there was a war going on in my mind. There was a part of me who lusted to say “I love you” back but there was another side who wanted to tell him that I just wanted to remain friends. Nevertheless, it didn’t seem like it was going to end peacefully. There was no clear winner. My mind and my heart agreed that I was still in love with Jordan but to what extent, I do not know.
I jerked my hand away from his and I snapped my gaze away from him. I stood up, refusing to look at him. I picked up all my belongings and orderly walked out of the small café, paying no attention to what he was going to do whatsoever. I felt like a huge bitch but I couldn’t bear to stay that close to him. I was afraid as to what my mouth would stupidly say. What if I replied with “I love you” and ended up regretting it afterwards? It seemed like walking away was the best answer.
However, before I could walk 10 metres away from the café, I was immediately grabbed by the wrist and spun 180 degrees. I was greeted by a strong pair of arms wrapping around my small body. My face was soon buried into his masculine chest and I could sense his chin resting on top of my head. He hugged me intimately, closing any gap between us. I could feel the sorrow he was feeling and the anger that lied deep in his heart. His heart wasn’t beating like it normally did. It was beating weakly and very faintly, almost out of rhythm.
“Please, don’t leave me like that. I won’t say those words ever again. I promise. I just don’t want you to leave me again…” he cried. I could feel small droplets of water falling onto my hair. At first, I thought it was raining lightly but as soon as he spoke, I knew he was crying.
My heart suddenly went quiet. The war going on in my mind was at peace. Everything seemed peaceful right now. My cheeks weren’t warm and blushing and my knees felt strong and far from turning into jelly.
“Jordan, I love you…but not in that kind of way” I said morosely. I raised my hands so that it would rest on his chest. I felt his heartbeat clearer now. Like before, it was still beating faintly. I felt bad for inflicting such sorrow onto him. I felt selfish and delirious. I felt like such a bitch and such a crap person.
“I loved you for more than 2 years but I guess, nothing lasts forever and unfortunately, as time went by, my love for you grew weaker and weaker. I will always love you as a friend but after our kiss, I realised how we just weren’t meant to be. I’m sure you noticed it too but I believe in fate and destiny and I believe that fate didn’t plan us to be together. You might love me now but someday, you’re going to wake up and regret falling in love with me. You’ll realise that you weren’t for me and I wasn’t meant for you. Jordan, you belong with someone else and any girl will be lucky to have you. And I’m definitely sure you’ll find your special person in the future” I comforted him. I let my arms loose and I snaked my arms around his neck. We looked at each other in the eyes, studying each other’s expressions. I noticed how his eyes soon lit up and his hold on me was tighter and softer. His lips were soon able to smile boyishly once again. I poked his dimples gently, earning myself a few giggle from his behalf.
“I love you, Alison” he simply stated. His smile was genuine and his cheeks were slightly blushed. With our bodies still merged together, I felt his heartbeat grow stronger. I could literally feel his spirit go up. But I was taken aback by what he did next.
He lifted my chin up so that my lips were closer to his. He leaned in slowly, gazing deeply into my lips. His cheeks were slightly pink and I felt his hands move to the small of my back. Our bodies leaning slightly forward and my right leg found itself in between his legs. My hands still lazily hung on around his neck. Our lips soon collided. His touch brought goose bumps to my skin. His lips were warm and soft and he was rubbing soothing circles on my back once again. I could feel him smiling into the kiss. I could tell he was smiling teasingly, like a young boy during his first kiss, because of the way his lips curved. I found myself cupping his face, my fingers gently resting on his jawline. I felt him move closer towards me, his kiss growing slightly hungrier. But like before, there were no fireworks or strange happy sensations. I quickly initiated the first move and pulled away. I looked at him in the eye, slightly shocked and bewildered.
“I’m sorry but I’ve been waiting to do that ever since that time in the lunch queue” he beamed at me, slightly breathless. I saw his shady pink cheeks grow into a darker shade of red.
I giggled and pulled him closer but not for a kiss. Only for a small hug.
“It’s okay, I’m just happy that you still want to be my friend after everything” I acknowledged him, feeling a little bit angry at myself for leading him on in the first place.
“You shouldn’t be. What you said was true…” he mumbled barely audible. I couldn’t help but feel that he was lying. His body was tense and I noticed how he didn’t commit eye contact with me. He simply looked at the ground.
I thanked him. I pulled his hand and held it. Even though we’re now just friends, I still wanted to hold his hands.
He flinched slightly at the sensation of our hands touching but he was quick to notice what I wanted to do. Our hands were soon intertwined, his hands perfectly casing mine. As cliché as it sounds, my hands perfectly his hands like it was a key to a door. We walked slowly home, our kiss still perfectly cemented in my brain but not because it was a romantic moment that I would want to relive over and over again but because it was the start of my newfound friendship with the guy who I fancied for over 2 years.
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I reached the front door of my house. Jordan offered to walk me home but I told him to go home seeing as he was badly told off for being late for dinner. I fumbling for my keys until my phone started vibrating in my pocket.
From: Zayn
Hey, do you want to go watch a movie or something with me and the guys tomorrow? You can bring Tyler and Hayley if you want x
I decided against the idea of replying as soon as possible as it would just make me seem desperate so I continued searching for my keys through my bag, messily scrimmaging through all the stuff I had in my bag. My fingers eagerly tapped and touched everything until I felt the familiar shape of the door keys. I quickly pulled it out of my bag and shoved it through the keyhole. I twisted the key but I failed so I twisted the door knob but it still remained locked. I tried twisting the key once more whilst twisting the door knob until I heard the clicking noise the locks made once it was unlocked. I unlocked the door and walked in, completely oblivious to my father’s presence by the hallway.
“Ah, crap! You scared the beejebies out of me!” I screamed girlishly, my hand finding its way to my frightened heart.
My dad smirked at me and gave me a teasing smile. “Oh, sorry, honey! Anyway, I have to get something out of the car”.
He excused his way to the door, shuffling behind me, trying to get his way to the front door.
I noticed that the house smelled like vanilla and tomato sauce. I could smell the sizzling aroma of tomato sauce being simmered and the smell of vanilla-flavoured pastries being baked. For once, I was happily satisfied so I continued walking up to my room instead of researching where the aroma was coming from.
I pushed my door open and dropped my bag on the floor, not bothering to shut the door properly. Took my phone out of my pocket and stripped my clothes off whilst making my way to my bed. I stripped off my sweater, my socks and then my shorts and left them on the floor, leaving a trail of worn clothes from the doorway to my bed, until I was left only wearing my panties and my large tank top. I jumped onto my bed gracelessly making my bed wobble slightly. I laid down, my hair scattered across my pillows. I whipped out my phone and decided to finally reply to Zayn’s text.
To: Zayn
I’ve got college tomorrow morning until 1 pm though :’( xx
Almost instantly, Zayn replied.
From: Zayn
Well we’re on holiday anyway so you can come after? You can even stay the night if you really want xo
I smiled at his response. Since they’re on holiday, I wonder if he’s going to keep on asking me to hang out with them. I hope so; they’re such nice and funny guys!
I blushed slightly, thinking of the possibility of a sleepover.
To: Zayn
Ahaa, well I don’t have any lessons on Tuesday and I’m pretty sure Hayley and Tyler are free tomorrow and I think Hayley’s only got 1 lesson on Tuesday! We can come over as soon as I leave college tomorrow if you want? ;) xx
And just like that, me and Zayn were soon engaged in our planning.
From: Zayn
YAAYYYYYYY! You guys can sleep over! The guys would love that! :D<3
To: Zayn
Eeek! Can’t wait! But where will we sleep though? I don’t wanna sleep on the floor :’( xx
From: Zayn
Well, you can always sleep with me? ;) <3
I grinned cheesily at his suggestion. I couldn’t help but stifle out a small giggling. I could feel my cheeks slightly warming up and soon, I was reminded by mine and Zayn’s little moment from yesterday. His arms around me and his chin on top of my head brought sweet tingling across my skin. His scent was manly and suave, a little bit arousing if I may say so.
To: Zayn
Cheeky! ;) Anyway, I’ll Skype Hayley and Tyler now so we can talk about tomorrow! Xx
From: Zayn
I can be cheekier if you want me to? ;) WAITTT, you have Skype?! What’s your Skype username? I’m so bored and the lads are too busy gaming so please Skype me? :’( xxxx
I felt slightly nauseated at the first bit of his reply. Not in a bad way but in a good way. My stomach was now overfilled with butterflies, all thanks to him.
Hastily, I sent him my details.
I sat up and reached for my laptop. I logged on and quickly logged onto Skype, I nervously waited until I received a contact request.
“BradfordBoiZ wants to add you on Skype” (A/N: I don’t know what the actual message is so don’t criticize me about it! Ahaa)
I swiftly pressed the confirm button and after 10 seconds of accepting his request, I received an incoming call. I quickly pressed the answer with video button and I was greeted by an awfully good-looking guy grinning at me.
“Hey babes” he greeted, his grin still wide. His hair was messy and ruffled and his stubble was darker. For someone who looked a bit like a drunken drug addict, he looked quite hot.
“Hey you!” I cheered, smiling cheerfully at him. I couldn’t help but stare at his eyes. The lighting from his room made his eyes look even more beautiful. His eyes were light brown and they glistened and sparkled in the light. I started biting my lower lip and I immediately felt my cheeks grow warm.
“Your hair’s pretty”, he smirked, deeply staring at the camera.
Crap. I forgot to fix my hair.
I quickly stood up and ran to the bathroom to grab some hair grips and a hair band. I sat myself on to my bed and in front of my laptop and put my hair in a messy bun, not bothering the several loose strands falling out of the poorly constructed bun.
“Nice underwear!” he winked at me, biting his lower lip. I stared at him slightly confused until I realised I stood up in front of him whilst wearing nothing apart from my panties.
“Shit!” I screeched, my cheeks embracing a dark shade of red colour. I looked at him smiling teasingly, his teeth still playfully biting his lower lip. I noticed how his shoulders were fully in display.
“Zayn, are you wearing a shirt?” I questioned him, my eyebrows furrowed.
“Why? You liking the view?” he joked, smiling at me teasingly.
I laughed at him exaggeratedly and stopped suddenly and looked at him seriously, “No”.
He loudly gasped, pretending to be hurt.
“Well, seeing you in your see-through tank top and your bra isn’t very appealing too, you know!” he exclaimed jokingly, giggling quietly. Wait, what did he just say?
I looked down at the screen and looked at my own reflection only to see that he was telling the truth. The lighting made my tank top almost see-through, showing off my light-blue bra and pretty much all of my cleavage.
I grabbed my pillow and placed it in front of my chest area. I blushed vigorously and I noticed how Zayn was staring at me smilingly, his cheekbones slightly protruding and his cheeks slightly pink.
“Aw, you just ruined the view” he joked.
“Shut up!”
“I’m joking! Anyway, apart from being a stripper, how are you?”
I glared at him evilly.
“I’m not a stripper, you’re just a pervert. And not much, went out with Jordan, went to the pier, Skyping some hobo…”
“I’m not a hobo”
“You are unless you go for a shave, honey”
“But it’s too much effort!”
“Zayn, no jokes but you look like a drug addict”
“I’ll be the addict and you’ll be the stripper, yeah?” he beamed at me.
“I hate you. I’m not a stripper. But seriously, go for a shave”
“Nah, if you want it gone so badly, you can shave it for me tomorrow!” he winked at me, giving me a playful look.
“Fine but if I manage to cut you, don’t cry”
“I won’t, babes!” he replied.
However, as soon as he replied, I heard squealing and yelling. The noises were getting louder, indicating that whatever was causing all those noises was coming closer. And it was coming close quick.
“Zayn, who you tal-“ A voice asked, his voice sent shivers down my spine. I recognised his thick accent and I tried to hide to my crushed state but I was too late, my cheeks quickly blushed, making my face look like a huge tomato in the laptop screen.
I looked at the blonde boy and I saw him stare at the screen, his mouth still parted. He chuckled and smiled at me warmly.
“Oh, hey Alison…” he mumbled, removing his snapback from his blonde hair. He placed the snapback onto something that was out of the webcam’s vision and he messily ruffled his hair. He nudged Zayn in the shoulders, telling him to budge up and he took the recently free seat next to him. The boys were smiling at me, Niall biting his lower lip and Zayn staring at me with his glistening eyes.
“Hi, Niall!” I cheered, making some awkward hand gestures and smiling at them tensely. I felt rather uneasy having two guys stare at me so intently. I could feel my cheeks getting hotter and if I wasn’t so accustomed to my cheek’s extreme temperatures, I would probably faint. But I continued smiling at them, hoping that one of them would break the barrier of silence between us.
Thankfully, Zayn spoke.
“Anyway, Nialler, I asked her if she wanted to come around and because she’s such a desperate fan girl, she happily agreed!” he joked, winking at me afterwards.
“In your dreams, Malik. I’m not a desperate fan girl”, I hissed coldly. I realised that I sounded a bit too harsh so I soon gave them a playful wink, hoping that I didn’t manage to offend them.
Niall chuckled wholeheartedly, making the familiar surge of heat return to my cheeks. His laugh was deep and manly. It was contagious and body tingling. It was like someone decided to stroke a soft feather across my spine. I could feel my hormones going into overdrive. I was no fan girl but I quickly understood why some fans are so obsessed with the boys. Their boyish charms and their affectionate smiles were to die for. The way they smile at you and the softness of their voices were like sweet ecstasy to me. They might not be my type of musicians but they were definitely my type of people. But I was still baffled about my feelings towards them. Especially towards Zayn and Niall.
I could hear voices blaring from the laptop but I was still on a high. When I said Niall’s laugh was like ecstasy, I wasn’t joking. I felt weird and I felt like I was in some sort of trance. I tried to snap out of it but I couldn’t. His laugh was like a song in repeat. I could feel my heart slowly melting into cool liquid.
But luckily, my trance was interrupted by someone chanting my name loudly.
I looked around and I saw all five boys staring at me, their faces bewildered and amused at the same time.
“Shit, sorry! I was just thinking of something!” I explained, still not fully awake from my trance.
“Oh that’s cute! She’s already dreaming about us!” Louis jested, his hair slightly ruffled like Niall’s but nowhere near as messy.
I snapped my gaze towards him and gave him a death glare. I blew up my cheeks and I furrowed my eyebrows angrily at him.
The boys laughed loudly. Harry staring at me adorably, Liam chuckling silently like a gentleman, Louis chuckling crazily, trying to get his phone out of his pocket (probably to take a picture of me), Zayn slapping what seemed to be his thigh and Niall was sniggering, his cheeks slightly enflamed.
But before I could return to my normal face, I saw a bright flash coming from the boys’ side of the video stream.
Louis laughed, “Ahaa, that was cute! I’m keeping that as my screensaver!”
I looked at him with a shocked expression. I was stunned in embarrassment. I ended up cupping my whole face in my hands, shaking my head, refusing to look at the boys anymore.
“Right, come on! Let’s leave the poor girl alone! Let Zayn and her continue their chat” Liam nagged the boys. I found myself recalling what Hayley and Tyler told me about Liam. Apparently, he was ‘Daddy Direction’ and that he was the most mature. He and Danielle have been together since X-Factor and that he had some kind of disorder that prevented one of his kidneys to function properly. According to Tyler’s knowledge, he required 32 injections and he was severely bullied in secondary school. Honestly, I would love to see their expressions now, knowing that one of the people they bullied is now part of the most desirable boy band across the world.
I stared at him intently. I’m guessing he saw me stare at him as he gave me a knowing nod. He somehow reminded me of a very cute toddler. But I was soon distracted by the two adorable guys nibbling on their bottom lip. They really have to stop that, they might end up biting their lips too hard and make it bleed!
Louis and Harry were escorted by Liam out of what seems to be the living room but Niall and Zayn stayed behind.
“What are you two staring at? Wait, is my bra showing again?!” I asked worriedly. I looked down and realised that I still had my huge pillow in front of me so my bra was definitely not showing.
I looked at them and they were still staring at me sweetly. They looked so adorable so sneakily, I pressed the screenshot button of my laptop and saved it onto my files.
“Anyways…since you guys are creeping the crap out of me, I’m gonna go…” I muttered to myself, rolling my eyes.
“Shit, wait! Sorry, I was just thinking!” the two of them simultaneously reacted. They both looked at each other and chuckled at their synchronicity.
I giggled and bit my lip. My hair was annoying me so badly so I ended up removing it from its bun and let my hair just fall on my shoulders but this seemed to draw the boys’ attention once again. Niall looked at me with reddened cheeks and Zayn stared at me in awe.
“Guys, seriously! I have to go! I’ve got lessons tomorrow, remember? And I still have to Skype Hayley and Tyler!” I explained, gaining a few disappointed looks from the two of them.
“I’ll speak to you guys tomorrow!” I swiftly added.
“Okay, alright! We’ll see you tomorrow!” Niall replied.
“We’ll send a car to pick you up tomorrow!” Zayn informed me.
I giggled girlishly, “Okay!”
“Bye, guys!” I exclaimed.
I clicked the end call button.
I looked at the time and realised it was already late. I quickly browsed through my contacts and noticed that Hayley and Tyler weren’t online. They were already probably asleep.
I did the normal routine and washed my face, brushed my teeth and changed into more comfortable clothes. I walked towards the bed and quickly turned off the bedside lamp. I pulled my duvet onto my body and gently placed my tired head onto the soft, delicate pillow. Like a small flame, I was finally out. But I found myself dreaming about two exceptionally good-looking guys. Zayn and Niall.
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Hehe, I thought this was a cute chapter BUT I genuinely think this is my worst! It sounds so repetitive and a bit boring! So, I'd like yo ask YOU what you think I should do to spice up my chapters! What do you think I should do with my writing techniques to make my chapters sound more interesting? Please comment your opinions!
I’m so sorry, I didn’t know it was going to take this long! I promise that the next chapters won’t be this long!
Anyways, now that Jordan is out of the equation, who do you guys think Alison will end up with?
Zayn?
Niall?
Or probably someone else?
Anyway, remember to vote, vote, VOTE! Need at least 10 votes!
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