Maybe

03: Weird Cravings and Lost Friends

[[ A/N: Updating because I've finished another chapter. I'd really appreciate it if all my readers could share Maybe with all their Wattpad friends so I can get it out there and get more feedback? I'm in the planning stages of a rewrite of Saving Macy and also have planned a kind-of spin off from Maybe called 'When in London'. But I'm not posting any more stories until this one gets more reads! Get on it. :) Hope you like this chapter! It's just to introduce one of Tori's only friends. Haha. ]]

Tori POV

"Niall, that's something a pregnant woman who gets weird cravings would eat," I say incredulously as I watch him shovel a mound of banana, avocado and fish into his mouth. "Ew. Eeeew."

It's been three weeks since he had given me his Skype, and now we were acting like old friends - even though we hadn't officially met.

"It's not that bad," he says, but the grimace on his face says otherwise. "Who am I kidding? Why did I agree to this? This is the most disgusting thing I have ever eaten in my life."

"You actually did it?" Harry's voice drifts through my speakers, accompanied by the sound of his boisterous laughter. "And in front of Tori?"

"I hate you, Harry!" Niall calls out, but he laughs. I can't help but stare at his face, transfixed. He had the stupid camera in his laptop upgraded and now I can see every pixel of his features. "Sorry, Tori."

"That's okay," I laugh. "It's funny."

"But it's not what you rang me for," he says before flicking a spoonful of food at Harry, who ducks in the background. "So what would you like?"

"Well, Niall, how good at you at grammar?"

"He's absolute rubbish," Harry hollers. Niall throws another spoonful at him, and it lands in his mouth. "This is disgusting."

"He's right," Niall says, "you'd be better off asking Zayn."

"How is Zayn?" I inquire; all I knew was that Perrie was sick and that was why Zayn hadn't had the time to come over and talk to me during one of my many calls to Niall. "And Perrie?"

A tinge of gray colours Niall's face as he speaks. "Perrie's... worse," he says. "Zayn's fine, just stressed is all."

"Okay," I say quietly. "Well, I'm off."

"Wait," he says. I notice that Harry's left. To throw up, presumably. That mixture would be foul. 

"Yeah?"

"I was wondering if we could meet up sometime tomorrow?"

I feel heat rush up to my cheeks as I answer. "Sure, I'd love that. Just text me the details and I'll be there."

He smiles. "Sure."

Then I log off. And squeal. "I HAVE A DATE WITH NIALL HORAN OH ME."

"You have a what with who?" Dad asks, poking his head into my room.

"A date," I repeat slowly, "with Niall Horan."

"Who's Niall?" Dad asks confusedly. 

"Mega popstar," I say offhandedly. "We've been talking for about three weeks, two days and, um, and hour."

He stares dumbfoundedly at me. "A what now?"

"POPstar," I repeat. "Singer."

"Part time singer?"

"No, he's in an internationally acclaimed boyband," I say, smirking, "and I'm going to go shopping. See you later, dad."

"Bye," I hear him squeak as I walk out of the flat. I look down at my phone as it tings, not bothering to check if anyone was in the elevator as I get into it.

But there is.

"Oh my gosh I am so sorry," I say quickly as my head bounces off of his.

"It's fine, don't stress," he says, chuckling. "No internal damage." Then he looks up. I feel my eyes widening. 

"Jordan?" I stare dumbfoundedly at the dark-haired boy with the piercing green eyes.

"Tori?" he asks.

"Oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh," I squeal. "I haven't seen you in ages."

"I'm aware of that," he says before pulling me into a tight hug. "I miss you, Tori. Where've you been?"

"More like where have you been," I say accusingly, jabbing a finger into his chest. "You just disappeared without a goodbye!"

"I'm sorry," he says, backing away. Then he moves forward again. "Mum moved out and took me with her."

"Oh, Jordan, I'm sorry," I say, placing a hand over my mouth.

"Yeah. But I'm back," he says, grinning. "Only I didn't realise this was your building?"

"You tosser, I've been living here all my life and you know it," I laugh. The elevator drops us off in the lobby. "We should get a coffee sometime. Catch up."

"Are you free now?" he asks, flashing me a smile. His teeth were way more straight than they were four years ago, when we were fourteen. 

"Yes, actually, I am," I laugh. "Starbucks?"

"I'll pay," he offers.

"You should. You owe me," I joke. Then I wink at him.

"I missed you so much," he laughs as we walk to Starbucks. It's about two minutes away by foot, and I'm itching to drive my new car, but it would probably hurt his pride a little to have a girl drive him. 

"So where are you studying?" I ask, brushing a lock of hair behind my ear.

He tells me the place. "I'm studying journalism."

"I'm studying drama and teaching," I say, flashing a smile.

"I can imagine how thrilled your parents were," he says, giving me a nudge.

"They were, actually," I say, remembering the time I told them I wanted to be a drama teacher. "They were just happy I finally chose something to do."

He raises an eyebrow. "That's great."

"It is."

"So where are you going for Uni?"

"University of Manchester," I state. He looks at me in disbelief. "It's not that bad, Jordan."

"No, I know that. It's just that I'm going there too."

"You're joking."

"I'm not."

"We could spend every day together again," I say.

"We could."

"Oh my gosh, this is wonderful," I gush.

"I know."

"Watch out for the door," I say, pushing open the Starbucks door.

"I'm not stupid, I know there's a door there," he says, but while he pauses in the middle of the doorway the door swings back to knock him on the nose. "OW."

I start laughing hysterically, causing the few people inside to give me strange looks. "You're an idiot, you know that Jordan?"

"Yeah, but you love me anyway," he says. The blood flows freely out of his nose now.

"Maybe we should get you a tissue for that."