What Matters Most (H.S Fan Fiction)

Chapter 15: Zayn

Ryder's Point of View:

Sometimes I wish I had friends that were girls.

Just to talk.

I want to talk about guys with them. I want to gossip even if it may be wrong. I want to discuss Harry. I want them to agree with me when I say his eyes are beautiful, to agree with me when I say how much his smile makes me smile or his crazy curls and how he manages to make skinny jeans work as well as his inked skin.

I want to tell them about his laugh and how he laughs over the smallest most irrelevant things, I want to tell them the jokes that he tells me. Those stupid little jokes that I've heard millions of times yet still make me grin. I hate this about me, I hate this side of lovestruck teenager. This isn't what I want to be, this isn't someone that I am usually. I refuse to become attached to Harry, he is going to leave just like everyone else does and that is inevitable.

He will leave and I will be heartbroken, and my mother will be here with me, telling me I told you so, and once again I will be alone.

My writing was interrupted when Zayn through a piece of paper at my face.

"Hey fucktard pay attention." He smiled.

I let out a yelp, falling out of my chair and onto the tiled floor. The whole class turned to look at me.

"Ms. Neil, please stay in your seat, it's no where near funny." At that moment I wanted to argue and say I wasn't trying to be funny, it was an accident, yeah like I would purposely bust my ass to make other people laugh. Instead I plainly apoligized, and sat back down into my seat.

Zayn practically dying of laughter.

"You're an asshole." I whispered.

After he had calmed down, he begun speaking.

"So what were you thinking about." He questions, wiggling his eyebrows knowingly,"Harry?"

"Shut up."

He smiles,"I knew it!"

"I wasn't doing anything related to Harry."

"Oh please every girl pines over his looks, you wont be the first."

"Don't remind me."

"What do you mean?" He replies.

"Harry's wanted by so many, and that's just a constant reminder that he could leave anytime he wants and move to someone better."

"No matter how cheesy this sounds, Harry has changed a bit upon meeting you. I don't remember the last time he's been this serious over a girl, actually I don't think he's ever had a serious relationship. And besides if he ever broke your heart, I would kick his ass." Zayn smirks lightly. I put my hand over my heart dramatically.

"Awe you would do that for me? Aye que cute."

"Shut up, I still hate you."

"And I still hate you."

* * * * * *

I walked through the empty hallways, singing a soft tune to myself.

"You have a lovely voice." I heard a deep enticing voice speak. I jump, letting out a yell.

"Holy fuck you scared me you prick!"

I turned to find Taz, standing their but this time he was alone.

"Didn't mean to frighten you."

"Great." I stated bluntly walking away.

He followed after me,"And where are you going?"

"Away."

"Awe babe why?"

I turned to him quickly,"Call me babe one more fucking time, I swear to God..."

He just stared at me and smiled wickedly,"Why are you getting so upset babe?" I just stood their looking at him,"See all talk and no action." He taunted me.

I turned and walked away,"You're not worth my time."

Taz didn't follow me after that so I shuffled throughout the school continueing to sing to myself,"Tap on my window, knock on my door I wanna make you feel beautiful. I don't mind spending everyday, out on your corner in the pouring rain... look for a girl with a broken smile ask her if she wants to stay awhile and she will be loved..."

"And she will be loved." I heard someone else sing for me, I turned around quickly spotting Zayn walking over to me,"I don't mind spending everyday..." His voice was like an angle, he put out his hand dramatically.

"I didn't think anyone was listening."

"You are in a school hallway Ryder."

"Right." I said in pure embarassment, standing their awkwardly.

"Shouldn't you be in class?"

"Shouldn't you?" I replied.

"Ah you got me."

We continued walking down the hallway together, shoulder to shoulder. We spoke about random things mostly, he always found a way to bring up Harry and make me say things I wouldn't normally say to people, and frankly I kind of enjoyed it. He listened, and that's kind of something I've always wanted from someone.

Zayn isn't some gossiping girl, but he's better than nothing.

I reached into my back pocket to make sure the note I had written was still there but my fingertips only meeting the inside denim of my jeans. Oh crap, I really hope no one found that. That would be so embarassing. I decided that I didn't want to stress about it, I probably put it in my back pack but forgot I did so.

"I wanna go home so freakin badddd." I whine.

"Sameeee."