Chapter 3
Sara's POV
The days passed quickly since my little shopping spree with Louise. Uni was getting more difficult, demanding more time and attention and to be honest, I was living on caffeine. Maybe I was exaggerating and my obligations didn't request that much time, but every time I had nothing to do, Zayn would come to my mind and having him present on my thoughts was making me scared. I couldn't figure out why I was so interested, I didn't want to think about him, I just did. Liz, one of the few people from Uni I can call a friend, thinks it is because I wasn't able to read him. Even though architecture isn’t a career you have to be especially good with people, I have always been able to understand other people’s emotions. In a certain way, I knew Liz was right. Obviously I saw Zayn’s facade, the bad boy model image, the “I am too cool for you” attitude and the confident smirk, but I also could sense this was all fake. He wasn’t a jerk, a player or a womanizer and I knew it, I just don’t know how.
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“We have to go!” I rushed Louise. “Coming, coming! We have half an your yet. Why do you want to get to Uni early now, may I ask?” She questioned, genuinely intrigued. Honestly, I didn’t know. I think I was trying to find a refugee from my thoughts, somewhere noisy and full of people. Somewhere I had something to think about besides wondering about him. I mumbled some excuse I don’t even remember anymore, and I’m am sure the brunette didn’t fell for it, but she didn’t question it either, she knows me too well for it.
Shortly after, we were at the campus. It was buzzing as always, but it didn’t annoy me like it would usually do. Within time, Louise and I went separate ways, but not without her casually adding that we would “talk about this at home”, like if she was my girlfriend or something. She is going paranoid. I made my way to the cafeteria, my body desperately urging for one more cup of coffee.
I was quietly sipping my drink, my mind only half there, when I noticed a guy a few tables away, reading and not giving half a fuck to the people talking around him. He had this familiar hairstyle that said “I just woke up, but I am perfect like this” but I knew better than this. He probably spent fifteen minutes in front of the mirror trying to get that look. When the boy raised his eyes from the book, the only thing I could think was “Oh fuck”. That wasn’t possible. Zayn didn’t go to this University. If I had seen him before I would remember, his looks aren’t something you can forget easily, but are there something beyond looks on him? When I realized I was staring at him, he had already noticed me, and I was looking like a tomato. Yes, I blush a lot and it’s not cute, at all. I came to Uni earlier to brush him off my mind and now I had to keep him out of my sight too, great.
Some minutes passed, and I was being extremely careful to not look on his direction, but suddenly I heard someone drag the chair right by my side and sit there, making a not-so-subtle noise. Elizabeth, or Liz, would never be that careless about her posture, so the only option left of who would be sitting there, frightened me to death. At some point, I hat to turn around and my suspicions were confirmed. I should have worn something nicer today.
“Blondie! I wasn’t counting on seeing you again.” I heard him say. “Neither was I, Zayn” I answered, emphasizing his name, partially because I wanted him to call me by my name, not some stupid nickname he made up, but part because I liked how his name sounded coming from my mouth. “I would offer you a drink, but I seems like you already got one…” he responded, in a playful way, and soon enough I shot back “I have a drink, but many questions I don’t have the answers for.” “And why do I think all those questions have to do with me?” he replied, and in a spontaneous moment, I simply stated “Because they do.” Being way more blunt than my usual self.
We started talking, and shamefully the first I asked was what he was doing here. He answered something similar to “The donuts here are the best. I come to University only for them, and cookies. Don’t forget the cookies” with sarcasm dripping of his voice. Rude, but I guess I deserved this one for such a stupid question. On the other hand, the cookies were really good. I thought for a moment, and tried a different angle, aiming for the answer I couldn’t get before. “So, what is you cover up for being here and having access to the donuts?” I questioned, genuinely interested. He was so different from all the guys I knew. “English” he answered, sounding insecure. I have to admit I was shocked, but by the way he looked, I couldn't demonstrate it, I couldnt make him feel ashamed of it, even if he had nothing to be ashamed about. "Surprised, Blondie?" he added. "A bit," replied with honestly, and then added “but I think it is really nice to know you are not here just for donuts.”
Our conversation went on without much effort; in fact it was really easy to talk to him. I loved the fact that he seemed to listen what I had to say, not only hear what was coming out of my mouth. On my mind I was drooling because of his smile, his smart comebacks and even by the way he humorlessly laughed at my poor attempts of making him laugh for real. He surely was a nice lad. About some subjects, he has really open, and shared his thoughts without a problem, but there was some topics I could sense he was doing his best to avoid. His job for example, I couldn’t think of why a boy like him, so open minded and smart had a job as futile as his. And he wasn’t really willing to tell me.
The day flew by, but architecture was the last thing on my mind. I was on automatic mode, answering only when people talked to me, taking one note every now and then and barely listening to my teachers. I knew I had to come back to my normal self before I met Lou at home, or her questions would be even stricter. Unfortunately for me, I failed.
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“So, what are you going to do about this Zayn guy? And don’t tell me nothing.” Louise asked one more question. I was exhausted; she had already asked a billion questions, starting from that day in the mall to the minimum details from our conversation today. “Nothing.” I answered without any energy. “That’s not an option,” she sing-sung. How the hell does she find energy to ask so many questions? “I’m tired, I am going to bed, ok? If you are a good girl I’ll answer your remaining questions tomorrow.” I told her, and pouted childishly and mumbled “Fine, mom. See you tomorrow, and be prepared, this isn’t over”.
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“I am going to a club with some friends from Uni, and that boy I told you. Fancy coming with us?” Louise shouted from her room. I thought for a moment. I wasn’t really on the mood for drinking and dancing with some random guy, so I just said I was going to stay home and order a pizza. The girl took a shower; blow dried her hair and made her make up. About one hour later she showed up on my room with two dresses in hand and nothing besides her underwear. It wasn’t really awkward for us. “Black with open back or the one with the fringes?” she questioned, showing me the options. Lou really likes fashion, I not so into it, but I have to admit I care about clothes. Our styles are pretty different, but we usually agree on what looks good and what doesn’t. “Neither,” I started answering, and saw the disappointment on her face, “I have something for you.” And with those words, I saw her lips curve into a shy smile. I excused myself and moved my lazy ass to the closet, trying to find the dress I was sure she was going to love. I had bought it a long time ago, but never felt like wearing it. When I handed her the hot pink fabric, a real smile grew one her face. I shooed her out of the room and told her to try it on. When she came back wearing it with nude pumps, she couldn’t look better. It was tight on the torso and it flared as it went down. Surely it was short, but she was going to a club, and what really matters is your attitude, not your clothes. With a quick goodbye, and have fun wishes, she went out the door.
I stayed there, in my room for a moment. I realized what I am missing in my life is fun. Since last year, I don’t go crazy, I don’t do stupid things, and even though my cancer is completely cured, I am still afraid. In an impulse, I decided I was going to that club. I texted Louise asking for the address and rushed to get ready. Half an hour later, I was leaving the flat in simple bandage dress and heels.
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Hi! Here's the thrid chapter. I'm sorry, I know I am late, but hopefully this chapter brings some news! This is the first time they really talk and I am not gonna rush their relationship, the characters need a solib base first. Hope you like it!
Sorry for the mistakes!
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