Zayn just told Harry what Niall had done. I could see the anger in his eyes. "Please don't do anything, Hazza!" but he didn't listen. Instead, he pushed past me and stormed over to Niall's room.
I could hear the door burst open. I could hear Harry yelling. "NIALL! DON'T YOU HAVE A FUCKING BRAIN?!" I started to cry because this was my fault. I should've stayed at my house.
I broke out crying and ran out of the apartment. I couldn't be around Harry or Niall. And I sure as hell can't have Liam, Louis, and Zayn telling me that everything will be okay, when I know it won't.
On my way out, I grabbed my phone, laptop, and keys. My phone was sat on my laptop in the living room and my keys sat on a hook by the door. I got in my car and I heard Zayn at the door calling my name, I ignored him and started the engine.
He ran towards my car but it was already locked by the time he grabbed the handle, trying to open the door. I backed up into the street without any hesitation. I drove to the nearest café, the one Harry hadn't usually taken me to. I loved cafés and they knew that, but the café I went to was called 'Lucky Donuts'. I guess it was a donut place, but they sold coffee, hot chocolate, and frapachinos there so I just referred to it as a café.
I sat in the dark corner part of the donut shop, probably looking like a pedophile, after ordering a strawberry creme frapachino. I loved the taste of it. It resembled the strawberry creme frapachino from Starbucks. I would've went to Starbucks but the guys would've expected me to be there.
I drank my drink and got a cinnamon twist donut along with a cappuccino. I was enjoying my small, unhealthy meal when I heard a voice. "Is this seat taken?" I looked up to see an attractive, muscular guy that looked to be around 17 or 18.
I focused on his features. He had gorgeous green eyes and he was pretty tan. I noticed his dimples when he smiled as I scanned him up and down. I then realized I hadn't answered him. "Oh um. No. Yea, you can sit there."
He let out an adorable laugh. "Thanks." He sat down across from me with his drink. "So what might your name be?" he asked.
"Kate. Yours?" I responded quite simply. I was really shy to people I've never seen before.
"Dylan." he smiled, revealing his dimples to me again. I smiled back, blushing. "What is it?" he asked, obviously noticing that I blushed. I let out a stream of giggles, not responding. "You're not going to tell me?" he laughed.
I finally responded. "It's nothing really." I told him as he stared at me, not believing me. "It's just you have dimples.." I spoke.
"So you like dimples?"
I wasn't prepared for the question he exposed. "I um." he raised his eyebrows, telling me he was listening. "Yea, I guess. I just think they're attractive." did I seriously just tell him he was attractive? I have a boyfriend! Oops.
"Oh! Well um. Thanks." he was obviously thrown off by my added answer. He was only prepared for a yes or no, not someone telling him that he's attractive. I mentally slapped myself. "So what's a beautiful lady like you doing here alone?"
I looked up at him and smiled. "Oh I don't know. I just decided to check this place out." he laughed, not believing me. "So why are you here alone?"
"I just moved here from Connecticut for college. I just got back from attending my college and decided to grab some coffee." his reason sounded reasonable. I had a feeling he wasn't from here and he knew the same about me. "So where are you from? Your accent is beautiful!"
"I'm from London. I came here with 5 of my friends. They're traveling around the USA." I said, not revealing that I came here to tour with One Direction.
