Chapter Twelve – Skylar
I could’ve blamed Harry for calling me into the room in the first place, or Louis for making me stay, or even Liam and Niall for not making me leave. But in the end, it was nobody’s fault but mine. I had completely forgotten about Zayn.
We haven’t talked in four days. I had tried, sure, but he had always blown me off.
“I’m tired of this,” Harry snapped, grabbing Zayn by the elbow and dragging him out of the room. “We three are going to have a nice day out, and you most definitely will be over this little grudge by the end of the day, understand?”
Zayn glared at Harry through his lashes, sharp jaw clenching, before shooting a spiteful look my way.
I sighed, running a hand through my hair. “I don’t want to—”
“Don’t remember asking if you wanted to,” Louis raised his brows, giving me a look. When Harry shot Lou a look of surprise, the older boy shrugged. “You think I’m just going to be left here with Liam?”
“Liam is nice company, thank you very much,” Liam scoffed from the kitchen, rolling his eyes.
I sighed. “Guys really, we’re fine.”
“If ‘fine’ includes you moping around every time that you’re here—which just so happens to be every day—then I never want to be ‘fine’ in my life,” Harry retorted, grabbing his keys from the coffee table in one quick motion. “Louis, go hang out with Niall or something, I’m sure the bloke would enjoy it.”
Louis wrinkled his nose, jutting out his lip. “But Hazza—”
“You only use that nickname when you want something.”
“I just want to come with!”
Harry sighed, tangling his fingers through his curls. “You’re intolerable. Fine, but call a few guards or something. We’re going to that place… The amusement park, whatever the name of it is, and I’m not in the mood to get mugged.”
Louis nodded eagerly, shooting me a smile and grabbing his phone.
I’m sure this would be interesting.
“I don’t think he likes roller coasters, Harry,” I murmured, taking in the way Zayn’s eyes widened just a tad at the contraption in front of us.
We had been at the place (I had passed the sign and didn’t even think to glance at the name) for about 20 minutes now. Fifteen of those had been spent with the boys signing autographs, taking pictures, and answering questions (where’s Liam? Home. And Niall? Nobody ever knows where Niall is, probably bugging Liam or having a pint. This early? Of course this early; he’s Niall), before their guards—two nice men named Stan and Jake—had said enough was enough.
Louis had insisted upon eating first, while Harry tugged us along to the nearest coaster to ‘establish the adrenaline rush’.
I didn’t mention the fact that I was already hyperaware to everything going on around me, and I sighed as we walked up to the coaster.
Zayn looked a bit disheveled though. He kept biting his lip, and chewing the side of his cheek, and his eyes kept widening.
“Well that’s too bad. We’re all riding.”
“You’re an evil one, Styles.”
Harry chuckled, ruffling my hair, and smirking. “I wouldn’t call myself evil, just one to push the boundaries.”
“So if I push you off of a cliff—”
“That’s just rude.”
I chuckled, heading toward the entrance the rollercoaster. Zayn hesitated, taking a deep breath before shaking his head.
“He really doesn’t want to ride, Harry.”
The younger boy sighed, casting a glare in Zayn’s direction. “He’ll be fine, really. It won’t be too bad.”
I turned to look at Louis instead, who had been quiet this whole time. His eyes played between Zayn and the coaster, and he shrugged. “He’ll get over it eventually.”
“You two are horrible human beings,” I told them, but didn’t miss the way that Zayn’s hands began to tremor at his sides. “I think he’s afraid of coasters; I’ll sit out with him.”
“No, Harry can sit out,” Louis stated, grabbing my arm and pulling me to him. “Or he can sit with Stan or Jake.”
I looked at the two men, both of which had been extremely eager to ride the ride. “It’s okay, really. I didn’t want to ride this too much anyway. I’ll sit out with Zayn, the rest of you go.”
Louis pouted, sending me a look that told me that he clearly didn’t agree before shrugging. “Fine, whatever.”
I rolled my eyes at him, waving Zayn to follow me as we pushed past through the crowd toward the entrance like salmon swimming upstream. “You know,” I started once we were seated on a bench by the exit, “I actually did want to ride.”
Zayn only frowned at me, and I think he was asking me why I didn’t, so I shrugged and gave him a small smile.
“You’re a lot more important than a ride, Zayn. You were shaking.”
Zayn smiled a bit at that, and he scooted a bit closer until he could rest his head on my shoulder, and I definitely didn’t need words to know that we were okay.
Rides, heights, the dark, and water. A list of things that Zayn’s afraid of.
I didn’t realize that he had been trying to tell me that he was afraid until we were already strapped into the Ferris Wheel.
“How was I supposed to know!” Harry asked me, narrowing his eyes on his bandmate. “You say it like he’s told me he didn’t like heights!”
“You’ve almost known him three years!” I retorted, and that shut him up.
He was lucky that I was squeezed in between Louis and Zayn, with Curly on the other side of the former, because I definitely would’ve strangled him. There had to have been some point in the past three years where height was involved.
My eyes shot to Zayn, whose eyes were squeezed closed. He was gnawing on his lip, his hands in tight fists on either side of him.
“Hey,” I murmured, snaking an arm around his shoulder. He opened his eyes wide enough just to see a sliver, before leaning on me. “I wouldn’t have made you ride if I had known. I’m sorry.”
He remained motionless, pressed into my side, head in the crook of my neck, and hair tickling my cheek.
And it was definitely an inappropriate time for me to be thinking this, with Zayn quivering into me like he was, but it felt nice.
I could get used to it.
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Sorry I didn't update yesterday, was way busy. So, some Hylar and Zylar made up, yay :)