Alone

Four

(A/N, I had to say something about the chapter being number four as well as the new album being FOUR. Out of pure curiosity, who is going to the On The Road Again Tour(ORTA)? Let me know and also what you think about my story below! Love you!)

When I walked up to the group of teenagers sitting on the ground next to an empty Gatorade bottle, I felt my heart jump a little at the excitement.

Sitting before me were some of my friends, and I can say this because they actually know that I exist. I smiled at everyone and did a quick survey on who I knew and who I didn't.

Sitting on top of the garbage can (with its lid on) was a boy with bright green eyes and tan skin, big hair and a small smile, my friend Harry. I met him through Zayn originally. Harry had asked my friend Kailey out(it ended very badly, I chose not to ask) shortly after we met.

He and I only spoke face to face a few times, but we were texting buddies. Harry saw me looking at him and waved, politely.

Sitting on the ground next to him was, surprisingly, Kailey. Despite their harsh break up they somehow were still talking. Kailey was really tall compared to us, we called her "Legs" or "Blondie" for the most part.

There was another girl, but she was new to me. She has bleach blonde hair and a black crop top on, and was applying super bright red lipstick. Yikes.

Of course, Zayn was there too. He was sitting and talking next to Caitlin who looked adorable as ever in a light green tee shirt, and her hair pulled into a sloppy(but somehow awesome) looking bun.

There were a few other teenagers just sitting around, but they were obviously not going to play. Among these people, whom I was sure I would've never met if it weren't for Zayn, were three boys.

The first one I noticed was nearest to Harry. He was leaning back on his hands while he sat on the pavement with his legs out in front of him, and he was smiling slightly. He had blonde hair and blue eyes, and at the time I didn't think much of him.

Next to him was a boy with brown hair that was a mess, and something about how he held himself with a poor posture told me that his hair never really was his top priority. He was new to me.

He was sitting and playing the guitar quietly, while the blonde watched.

And lastly, there was Liam. I knew Liam well because he was practically all my best friend Kelsey would ever talk about. I had only talked to him a few times, but a few times was enough to understand who he was.

He had brown hair and brown eyes to match, he was, as Kelsey had said so many times, fine.