Meet Me In The Hallway (Z.S.) (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 13: New Issues?

I really hate it here... This fic was supposed to be my distraction from my outside world problems but at this point I don't really like this anymore either. I had to ask myself "why am I excusing someone else's major issue? Why do I stan someone who's longtime girlfriend is racist against POC and he does nothing to change it? and why do I crush on a boy who literally isn't attracted to woc or at least acts like it . I mean seriously, as POC we wonder why we are always insecure about ourselves and how we don't meet up to the beauty standard, but then our favorite singer is someone who doesn't date outside their own race or outside the beauty standard.

I feel like me, I won't be able to be fully confident in myself if I keep looking up to people who don't like me. Justify the behavior all you want but at the end of the day the pattern of who they have dated in the past is there and it'll probably never change. With that being said I will finish this story but I probably won't write more like I had planned to but we'll see. I was raised to think that I'm beautiful even though I'm not white and I won't let a group of white boys change my way of life. Before I moved to listening to their music and shit I've never felt insecure about myself but now I'm like damn. Soo yeahh after the next 2 chapters I'll probably take a short break from this and then finish it out. Sorry y'all. Anyways enough of that.. enjoy the chapter!

Friday after school

After going home, I waited for Savannah to get dropped off by her parents. At 3:45 sharp her car pulled up in front of my house and I walked outside. "ZAYNIEE!!" She screamed running to jump into my arms. "YOU'RE HEAVY IMMA FALL!" I shrieked as she collided into me. I stumbled backward a bit gripping her tightly so that she wouldn't fall. A bark of laughter was heard from the car as we turned around to see her dad laughing his ass off, head against the steering wheel and he's shoulders shaking. "Okay, well I'll pick you up from Murrow at 9:30. By Sav," he says after calming down and then drives off.

"C'mon Zayn! I can't believe we've been friends for so many years but this is the first time I'm going into your house," she says grabbing my hand and dragging me inside. "Hi Ms. Trisha! Where are the sisters?" Savannah smiles all giddy. "Down the hall to the right, sweetie." My mom says politely, but I can tell she isn't pleased. "Okay thanks!" Savannah says, dashing down the hall. "Mummy don't be too hard on her," I plead. "Zayn, she doesn't even like you. You guys argue almost everyday and why is it that she goes out with other kids but every time you're available she's "busy". I don't want you to get hurt Zee. You're just so naïve." My mom sighs.

"Mum I'm fine, we're okay now." I try to reassure her. "Zayn, can you come here for a sec?" I hear Sav call. "Yeah!" I respond walking away from my mom. "Where's the outlet? I wanna straighten my hair before we leave." She says taking out her hair products. "Here I got it. Do you want anything to drink?" I ask plugging in the straightener. "Water's fine thanks," she says before turning to the mirror.

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45 minutes later we pull up to the front of the school. I decided to wear my new volleyball jacket because it has Harry's number on the back along with the all black that was requested by my choir teacher. "I'm excited this is the first game I will be paying attention to what actually happens," I squeal. "Why?" Sav asks. "Because Harry will be playing duhhh." "Oh, I added him on snap the other day and he added me back," She says. "Oh cool when did you get his snap?" I ask confused on why she's adding the boy that I'm talking to on snap. "I got it off of your private story," she says before walking to some of our friends.

"Why do you look like you just saw some fuck shit?" Louis asks walking up to me. "She added Harry on snapchat from my private story. You know she likes to 'make new friends', flirt with them and then get mad when they like her. I just hope she doesn't do that with Harry," I flush. "Babe, don't be insecure. Harry chose you and that fast ass 'best friend' of yours isn't going to change that," he says patting my back. "Thanks I needed that," I said back.