Rock Me

Chapter Nine

Chapter Nine-

The rest of the day kind of flew by as if it was a blur. More of a daze really. I never once saw Zayn Malik again throughout the day. My second outburst at him had spread around the building faster than the aroma of a stink bomb in all honesty.

Strange comparison but it's true.

I was awaiting my mums arrival at the gates,  just standing around playing brick breaker on my Samsung Galaxy. I was really into it, just starting level seven and just then an arm slid around my shoulder startling me from my intense concentration. I flinched letting out a squeal, having the expectation for it to be Zayn or one of his guys trying to get me, but instead i was met with a head full of curls. He gave me a confused expression, but it softened into a smile once his eyes met mine. "Hey, are you alright?" He asked sweetly. I placed my phone in my bag not risking losing it. 

I nodded in response letting my eyes wander carefully in search for my mother who could appear any moment. "What's wrong?" He raised an eyebrow at my sudden curiosity at our surroundings. 

"Oh, er, nothing." I shrugged straightening up as his arm dropped to his side.

"He won't hurt you, Orla. If he was going to he would of by now." Harry reassured me with his charming smile. He still had no idea about the bruises on my wrist, in a perfect shape of a gripped palm that was purple and blue in the tips. I clasped my hand over it, wincing as a small amount of pain shot through it. But not enough to make Harry see my pain. "Oh, next week me, Lou, Eleanor, Niall, his friend and possibly Liam and his girlfriend are going to the cinema. Do you fancy..i don't know. Coming with us, as my.. like.." Harry trailed off running a hand through his curls as he flipped his fringe. "Maybe as my.."

"As your what?" I questioned completely oblivious to what he was getting at. 

"As..as my date,sort of?" He bit his bottom lip in total nervousness, cringing at his own words that caught me totally off guard. My cheeks went a sudden red and my heart pounded hard in my chest. Harry Styles just asked me out. One of the biggest heartthrobs in that part of London. He was officially the first guy to ask me out. Ever. So why was he asking me out? Out of everyone, me?!

His green eyes mirrored an emotion of worry, and total embarrassment. He shook his head disagreeing with himself. "Oh, no, never mind. Pretend i never-"

I grabbed his waving hands and gripped them tight. "I'd love too." I let my cheeks rise to a genuine grin, his face slowly reflected my own as realisation hit him. I went onto my tippy toes, still not reaching Harry's height but enough to just lean over and kiss his cheek in approval. I pulled back landing flat on my feet as Harry's cheeks tinted crimson. My stomach somersaulted under my skin, as butterflies violently fluttered against the walls.

Harry sighed running a hand through his hair, smiling down at me. "Well, i better get going. I'll see you later, Orla." Harry embraced me in a hug and pulled away before waving me off and walking in the other direction. I bit my lip almost piercing the skin, i just got asked out. I was going on my very first date, with one of the hottest guys i have ever lay my eyeballs on. I looked around again, just double checking my mum's presence wasn't existent in the area.

My eyes locked onto those of the fearful being, Zayn Malik. As if out of nowhere his car was parked across the road, and he was in fact just lent against the passenger door, staring blankly at me with no sense of emotion in his eyes. Only the satisfaction of the nicotine rushing through his lungs by the cigarette he was inhaling. The petite blond skipped past me, the one i described as Malibu Barbie, leaving a path of her ghastly strong scented perfume i almost choked on. Yet again she was in shorts and a skimpy low cut top, Zayn put on a smile forcing his eyes to leave mine onto his personal sex toy jogging towards him. After that i just watched them make-out. I wasn't wanting to watch him. But there was just something inside me that was forcing me too, and it hurt to watch.