Eighteen ➵ z.m. [Camp NaNoWriMo November 2015]

<5> If I have ever heard an understatement in my life then that would be it.

"Leaving so soon?" My mom asks. It was first thing that she directly said to me all night.

I nod in agreement, hoping that this conversation would end soon. Right now all I wanted to do was go home, take a shower, and eat before getting into bed. At the moment it was the only thing I could do, because I refused to spend another moment fretting over Tanner and his well being if I didn't even know if The Renegades were getting involved.

Despite this private pact with myself, I had promised Zayn to seriously consider his offer although I'm not quite sure what that entailed.

"Did you two have a meaningful discussion?" Mr. Malik asks, referring to the business conversation Zayn and I supposedly had in one of the back rooms.

"Yes," I respond. "Zayn gave me a lot to think about."

That was the understatement of the century, as I now felt like that I was given a puzzle to put together without knowing what the full picture was suppose to look like.

With that I said goodbye to my parents, Mr. Malik, and Zayn, before Harry offered to walk me. I agreed, a smirk plastered to my face.

Maybe I was wrong and Harry didn't have an interest in me once or ever, but I could be correct. Truth be told I wouldn't date him, even if Harry did have a crush on me and I liked him back. It was just too risky.

Dating someone in this business was just as dangerous as dating someone that wasn't. And I'm not sure I wanted to take that chance- I had too much to lose.

If it turned out that Harry was just playing me, then he could only come out on top in this particular situation. Instead of playing it by ear, and trying to see what his angle was I would rather stay out of that domain all together.

"I'll see you soon green eyes."

We finally see my taxi that Zayn called for me, pulling up to the curb. This exhausting night was slowly coming to an end, and I couldn't be more grateful. I felt like I would pass out from the sheer shock of it all any second now.

"Is that a question or statement?" Harry asks running a single hand through his mess of curls.

I open the door to the taxi, before looking over my shoulder at him.

Harry was just standing on the curb, studying me carefully as he waited for my response.

"Neither," I shake my head slightly for emphasis. "It's a promise.

I don't bother waiting for a response from green eyes, before climbing into the brightly painted taxi cab and giving the driver my address.

Just as the driver was pulling away from the curb, I took the time to look out the window to find Harry still firmly rooted to the spot.

When he saw that I was looking in his direction, Harry raised his left hand in farewell. Out of courtesy, I did the same.

Using the rearview mirror as a guide, I watch Harry until he was no longer in my field of view. It was then when I realized that I had yet to text Connor.

Quickly, I grab my cell phone (which Harry had returned to me after being set free from the cellular) from my bra and typed out a message before pressing the send button.

Connor
1:27am
Meet me at Caffeinated tomorrow. 2pm sharp.

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Turns out the only thing I needed to calm my ever present bundle of nerves was a frozen pepperoni pizza and good nights rest.

Normally I was the type of person to go to sleep sometime early in the morning, and then wake-up in the afternoon, but I had plans to meet Conner at this coffee shop that was under the radar.