The Sound Of Friendship (One Direction Fan Fiction)

Chapter 3

I stared at the screen.

Why was he emailing me?

How had he got my email?

Should i reply?!

Questions poped through my mind as my fingers circled the keyboard keys.

A sudden PING from the laptop made me jump, it was only Layla replying.

PrincessLayla@Hotmail.com

VIA AliceJones@Hotmail.com

SOO LUCKY! and i was just thinking of showing you round town:) Anyways im gonna give my brother the computer. See you Tomorrow chick!

Love PrincessL x

I smiled at her message and decided to not to reply as i would probably see her before she read it anyway. I clicked on Zayns email and butterflys filled my stomach.

Why was i so nervous to reply?

AliceJones@hotmail.com

VIA ZaynBadBoyMalik@hotmail.co.uk.

Yeah haha.. sorry about that:)

My fingered hovered over the send button.

STOP BEING SO SHY AND PRESS SEND! My concious screamed at me.

With that i pressed the send button and watched the sceen as the email started to send. I suddenly got a bad feeling in the bottom of my stomach and part of me wanted to to cancel the email, before i could the email was sent and it was too late.

I carried on with what i was doing, taking empty carboard boxes out of my room, by the time i got back i thought i would of got a reply but i was wrong. All evening i waited for a reply but no such luck.

What am i doing?

Waiting for some guy to reply when i hadn’t even given him a reason to. I slammed my laptop shut and got into the bed, the smell and feel of the covers made me think back to been in america.

I started hearing Laylas voice and what she had told me earlier that day Just be careful of him. Why be careful? What did she mean? I must have fallen asleep thinking about it but i knew one thing i was going to try and stay away from Zayn.

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It wasn’t till i reached school that i started thinking about Zayn. I saw him with all the boys laughing and joking, he looked my way and i decided to head in the other direction holding my head high hoping i wouldn’t fall or make myself look stupid.

I let out a sigh of releif when i knew i was out of sight. I headed towards the school canteen, pulled out a book and sat at an empty table. From the corner of my eye I noticed a group of girls from a year or so below staring and pointing at my scar. My heart thudded as i watched them and held my back tears. I HATED MY SCAR!

“What you staring at eh?” I heard  a sudden voice from behind me.

I turned round to see Layla clenching her fists and glaring at the girls. They rushed out the canteen leaving me and Layla alone in silence. She walked over and sat on chairs opposite me, sprawling her legs out on the chair next to her showing off her skinny legs.

“Thanks” I shyly said breaking the silence.

“Its alright, What are Best Friends for eh? She said winking at me.

I smiled 

“Best Friends?” 

“Well yeah, i class you as my best friend.. you don’t mind do you? she said looking cautiously at her hands.