Up close, his toned body glistened with sweat. His chest heaved up and down as he breathed heavily. Blood was dripping down his nose, leaking into his mouth. His white teeth were coated with the dark red consistency.
His pale green eyes searched th...
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Celeste Warren
Our 'lunch' didn't last that long, really. We all just sort of talked and everything else. The boys dropped us off back at the bowling alley and we got into Jocelyn's car, going home.
"I think Zayn likes you," Jocelyn said once we got inside. I looked at her, unconvinced. "I'm serious! He flirts with you all the time."
"Do you not know how we met?" I questioned. She shook her head. "I literally walked in the bathroom to go pee and he was with some girl in the stall!" I exclaimed. She busted out laughing as she shook her head frantically.
"No way!"
"Yes way, dude. I'm so serious. Then she left and he started hitting on me, I was like... what?" I explained the story to her. As I got to know Zayn, I had figured out it was just his personality. He was very flirty and just it on every girl he came in contact with.
• • •
I chuckled as the dimly lit television filled my room. The sound of Impractical Jokers rang through my ears as I shoved handfuls of potato chips into my mouth. Sal's voice and the rest of the boys' laughs were extremely contagious. The tone of a text message came from my phone and I looked over. I put the bag of chips down and picked up my phone, looking at who texted me. It was an unknown number. I furrowed my eyebrows and looked at the time. 3:27 AM.
Unknown number: Come outside.
uhh who's this
Unknown number: Harry.
My eyes widened as I reread the single word repeatedly. Harry? How did he even get my number? What does he want from me anyway? I picked up the remote, pausing Impractical Jokers and sighing. I'm going anyway, I guess.
I threw on the closest shoes to me I could find, which were random slippers on my floor. I grabbed my phone off of my bed, shoving it into my hoodie pocket and left my bedroom. I made sure to stay as quiet as possible when I walked outside of the apartment, not wanting to wake up Jocelyn.
When I left the apartment building, I immediately saw Harry standing there, leaning against the wall, cigarette in his mouth. He was wearing a black hoodie and black jeans.
"Harry?" I called. He turned, taking the cigarette out of his mouth and pushing himself off of the wall to walk towards me. He looked me up and down, as I began to feel self conscious. I wrapped my arms around my frame, trying to cover myself up.
"Nice slippers," he commented. My cheeks flushed red and I rolled my eyes. I knew I shouldn't have put on the slippers. "How are you?"
"How am I?" I scoffed. "Get to the point, Harry. What are you doing here?"
"Come with me," he said. "Get in the car. It's cold."
"I have a hoodie on," I protested.
"And shorts." My eyes trailed down to my legs, which the oversized hoodie covered.
