Rock Me

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Thirteen-

 Was that kiss classed as cheating? I mean, i was due to have a date with Harry Styles three days later, yet i just snogged Zayn Malik on a hill..on his car. And i.. i liked it.

Is it cheating? Or doesn't it count because we haven't officially 'dated' yet? 

I was on edge, gripping my jumper sleeves as me and Zayn arrived back from our journey. I lifted my bag onto my shoulder, ready to escape the vehicle to avoid any awkwardness, but his hand grabbed mine and didn't loosen his grip until i looked him straight in the eye. "Keep this between us, OK?" He practically ordered nodding as if i already approved.

"Ok." I nodded in response before he bit his lip, exiting the car. I took deep breaths, in and out, until i was composed enough to forget our kiss for the time being. I climbed out, adjusting my bag strap, and shut the door allowing Zayn to lock the car.

I nocholantely walked to the doors of the college, as Zayns little friends ran to him in curiosity as to what happened. I ignored Zayns response purposely, just knowing he would make up some kind of lie that would probably hurt like a dagger in my gut. Did it mean anything to him? Anything at all? Or was i just truly another piece to his board game? 

I inhaled a bucket full of oxygen again, before entering the college and only glancing back to Zayn who was discreetly watching me with no attention focused on the two puppies drooling over his the fresh lies he had created within a matter of moments. 

I looked to the ground, at my pink vans that still had specs of dust from the dirty hill on the tips of the shoe, just sat there reminding me of the intimate moment me and Zayn had shared. I stamped my feet, allowing the wind to blow away the memories while i entered the school, and walked down the lonely corridors and to the cafeteria where i immediately spotted Niall, Eleanor, Louis and Harry all sat in their usual seats. I forced a smile as Eleanor caught my eye, and she rose from her seat and away from Louis embrace within a split second. A mixture of anger, worry and sadness washed over her eyes when she noticed me approaching, soon the rest of my friends' eyes were on my arrival. "Orla, where the hell did you go? Why did you leave like that? Just when Niall nearly got beaten you left him for the guy who nearly did it! Why?" She shouted in a hushed tone, but still gaining attention from those around us. 

"He needed to calm down, Eleanor. Niall was already been taken care of, Zayn was still angry and i thought-"

"You thought what? That you could make it all better? The guys a psycho Orla! He doesn't deserve any sympathy or pity at all..." I could see the anger boiling in her eyes just at the thought of him yet fear still lingered under the loathing. 

"Eleanor i sit with him in two lessons now, he can be ok, he has anger issues, he isn't a psycho, OK? Sometimes he might come across as one but trust me, he isn't as bad as you make him out to be!" I defended Zayn, speaking the truth. I meant every word, i didn't regret a bit of it. 

Eleanor scoffed as Louis stood by her side placing a hand on her shoulder to try calm her down as her voice became louder and louder, Niall and Harry silently stood behind them just watching. "Ha! Do you really think that highly of him? Just by two lessons where you have to sit next to him? Orla, he has ruined almost everyone's lives in this place! You just arrived here at a bad time. You haven't seen the worst of him, and i doubt you'll have long to wait until it happens again." She scowled pushing past me and wiping the angry tears from her cheek. Louis gave me an apologetic look before chasing after her, Harry approached me widening his arms and forcefully embracing me in his frame, soothingly rubbing my back in circular motions as his head nuzzled into my neck. 

Maybe Eleanor was right. Zayn was a bad person, he just had very well hidden sides to him that he only rarely exposed when he was bored of being the rebel and the bully. Maybe i needed that wake-up call to realise my first ever kiss with Zayn Malik was a big mistake, and the guy i actually needed was holding me in his arms. I wrapped my arms around him, burying my head in his chest and inhaling his cologne, the sweet scent perked me up, the next words i couldn't help but cry out were the words i implied for more than just leaving my friends, it was for also making one of the biggest mistakes of my life.