Rock Me

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Twelve-

The rest of the art lesson pretty much flew by. It was occasionally silent between Zayn and I, as we sketched down rough sketches of one another's features. Zayn was amazing at it, even when his work was only practice he still did it like it was the real thing. But I took that as his talent, maybe one of many.

It was lunch finally. I met Eleanor first in the school yard while she tapped away on her phone, and I approached her with a skip in my step and a smile plastered on my face. "Hey!" I chirped as Eleanor dragged her eyes away from her phone.

"You seem...different?" She crossed her eyebrows observing me from the spot. I just mirrored her expression but managing to keep my smile visible.

"What do you mean?" I asked curiously.

"A good different. Like, you've met a boy kind of different." She smirked.

"Ha! What..what do you mean? I haven't-"

"Orla, Orla, Orla." Eleanor teased placing a hand on my shoulder giggling uncontrollably. "I was just like you are when I first met Louis, I was head over heels in a glance and I was extremely happy for no apparent reason. So, who is it?" She said saying the question much faster.

"N-no one." I stammered. Great going Orla. That stutter says it all.

"It's either Harry or Niall isn't it?" Her smile widened into a toothy grin, her cheek bones perfectly structured on her face. I shook my head laughing. "It's not Louis is it." She folded her arms raising her eyebrows.

"It's no one! Seriously, honestly, there's no boy." I assured her using my hands and arm for emphasis, drawing an imaginary line between us. Eleanor's face softened again into a smile.

"Oh ok. But if it was a guy you would tell me, right?" She asked sternly.

"Of course I would!" Well, technically I lied.

"Good. Now knowing Niall, he's dragged Louis and Harry to the cafeteria. Shall we go look?" She offered gesturing towards the door. I nodded beginning to walk by her. "So, what are you wearing friday? I see a bit of chemistry between you and Hazza so I'm guessing something low?" Eleanor questioned multi-tasking and sliding down her timeline on Facebook.

"Low?" I gave a confused look. She quickly glanced up to me then back to her phone.

"Yeah, as in, low cut?" I furrowed my brows still not following. "Are you gonna be showing your boobs?!" She shouted a little too loudly, earning some weird looks from passer bys as we walked up the stairs.

"No!" I shouted unable to hide the blush in my cheeks. "I wouldn't dream of it." I laughed swapping the bag strap on my shoulder.

"Well, I'm just going to wear what I usually wear. I don't have anyone to impress really." Eleanor shrugged.

"What about Louis?"

"He said he likes me the way I am and that I don't need to make an effort because I'm 'beautiful the way I am'." She mocked using fingers as air quotation marks. I smiled uncontrollably at the cuteness.

"That's really sweet Eleanor." I admitted.

"Yeah it is, I couldn't be happier with anyone else. He kind of completes me..if that makes sense?" I could tell by the look in her eyes she was totally smitten with Louis Tomlinson. The smile creeping on her face whenever she spoke of him and the gleam in her iris' expressed her love for him in seconds. I envied their love.

"It makes perfect sense." I nodded as we entered the building. There seemed to be a huge crowd gathering around the entrance to the cafeteria. And loud shouts echoed on the walls that seemed to be coming from the centre of the crowd. Me and Eleanor fast walked over, walking around the edge of the crowd to get a glimpse of what was going on.