Dauntless {H.S au}

Six

Please excuse any gramatical errors, my loves. Hope you enjoy this chapter! Much love. x
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Chapter 6

[Kitorah's POV]

I tightly wrapped my hands around myself, hugging with all my might. The wind swirling around me, nibbling on my cheeks, making them flush. I started cussing myself profusely, for not bringing a jacket. Or something that could've kept me snuggly. Zayn would've given me his jacket when we're taking this nice cool walk, back to my place.

Fresh tears brimmed at my eyes, as flashes of what occured back at the restaurant, came to mind. I bit my lip absent-mindedly, as my emotions clashed with one another. I don't know how I'm going to handle this.

I'm a fucking idiot for running out on him, like that. I should've sat there and let us discus on how we are going to work this out. We could video chat, call each other, visit each other if anything. How the fuck, am I going to tell my little sister this? I pondered. I shook my head abruptly, to get rid of my selfish thoughts.

Suddenly, a loud thunder boomed above me. Looking up to the dark gloomy sky, it was mocking my emotions. Drizzles of rain started to fall, the droplets tickling my cheeks. The thunder high fived the lightning, causing the lightning to make its appearance, flashing as fast as it came.

"How fucking ironic." I spat out to no one in particular, chuckling humorlessly to myself. Leaning down, I took off my heels and held the back of them. My tears mingled with the wetness on my cheeks from the rain. Stupid me, maybe look like a wet dog by now. My hair clinged onto my face, only my sniffles being heard on this empty road.

My heart started to pound rapidly, as I realised that I'm the only source of life, on the streets right at this minute. Picking up my pace, my mind was set to get a bus and get off this lonely ass street. Slipping under shelter and fishing through my purse for my phone, I froze. There was a dark figure a few feet away from me, standing in the rain and staring right this way.

The silhouette, stepped into the light. My heart accelerated when I realised it was the boy that came to speak with me, at work. He took a few steps towards me, causing my heart to leap into my throat.

His boots clanked, as it made contact with the cement. My eyes darted elsewhere, looking for some sort of escape.

"Why are you so jumpy?" His deep voice asked.

"Because I'm on a lonely street with someone I met fucking once, in my life." I spat, stepping back into the rain, walking briskly away from the man.

"I was just passing by, and saw you walking in the rain. Just thought if you would like a lift, to where ever you're heading." He yelled after me, his voice hardly being heard, from the rain now beating down heavily. The anger I was feeling towards Zayn, is overflowing at this point. Barry I think his name was, is provoking me to lash out at him. Even when he was just being good hearted.

"Barry or whatever your name is, I don't need a lift from you. I'm fine walking. Thanks." I replied, my voice coated with vexation.

He raised his hands up in mock surrender, the man's once curly hair, now soaked and glued to his face. "Sorry for being nice?" He asked in confusion. "I was just trying to help. You didn't have to bite my head off and feed it to the cannibals." He said in a monotone. "Just thought it would be more comfortable in a warm car, than being in this wet hemisphere." He continued, a nonchalant shrug following his words.

The guilt from shouting at him, started to eat me alive. A heavy sigh was exhaled through my red painted lips. "I'm sorry. I've been having a really shitty night." I apologized, my head casting downwards in shame. Thinking about walking the rest of the way home, out of nowhere my feet started to ache. I've came to a conclusion, that a ride home sounds more appealing now. "About that ride... I change my mind. I'll like that lift now." I stated quickly, sending a faint smile his way.