C E L L O.

E I G H T.

A/N: Another update! :) 

Zayn

Zayn's eyes lazily looked over the screen, fingers slowly typing on the computer in front of him. The library was almost empty, a slow day. Zayn's eyes threatened to close, a yawn escaping him.  Suddenly someone came up to the counter, placing a book in front of him. Zayn's eyes flew open, his body shaking off the sleepiness. Glancing up Zayn caught those grey eyes and dark hair that made Zayn smile. Celestia gave him a smile, her hand offering a small wave. 

"Hi," She greeted and he smiled. 

"Hi," Zayn greeted back, his fingers pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. He was in a rush this morning and didn't have time to put his contacts in. It had been a few days since Celestia had stopped by, and he hadn't been able to stop by the diner either. Zayn noticed that she looked a bit tired and uneasy. 

"I uh came to return this real quick before I headed off to the diner even though you probably didn't want to know that-yeah," She motioned to the book in front of him. He nodded as he took the book and flipped through it just in case there was anything. A small receipt was on the inside cover, a cell phone number scribbled onto the paper in pink pen. 

I highly recommend Mozart's ninth symphony :) -Celestia. Zayn read over and felt his eyebrows furrow, he was ready to question Celestia but when he looked up she was gone. He bit his lip as he nodded to himself, a smile taking over. 

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CELESTIA

Celestia anxiously wiped the counter, her nerves going into her cleaning. You blew it, why would it be a good idea to give him your number like that? He probably thinks your a creep. Oh god. Celestia thought, hands gripping the counter. A small sigh escaped her lips as she stared down at the cleaning rag. She proceeded to clean the empty diner and clean up before locking up with Jackson. She waited for him to lock the door and then they walked down the sidewalk together. The night was cool and breezy, both walked in silence. The only sound coming from their footsteps.

"Judging by how quiet you are and how well you cleaned back there, I'm guessing there's something wrong?" Jackson spoke up as he looked at Celestia with concern. 

"Uh...it's nothing really...I just...do you ever make a stupid decision based on your feelings? I mean I didn't make a really stupid decision I just kind of may have given this guy that I really like my number in a really weird and really creepy way. B-" Celestia rambled on, words spilling from her tongue. 

"Hey hey calm down. It's okay, I mean we all make crazy stupid decisions when it comes to someone important. May I ask how you gave your number to this guy?" Jackson questioned. Celestia cringed as she recalled. 

"I may have written my number on an old receipt and given it to him in a book," She groaned, Jackson's eyes widened. 

"No way, I mean that's actually really creative. I should do that next-" He smirked, Celestia merely groaned again as she shoved at his arm. His chuckles died down and it went quiet. 

"Okay well you shouldn't worry about it, you shouldn't over think things like this." Jackson advised and she nodded to herself in reassurance. 

"Y-your right. I'm just over thinking things. I'm perfectly fine if he never texts me, who needs-" Celestia's voice rang with determination, Jackson nodding along. Suddenly Celestia's phone went off with a message. She scrambled to dig through her bag to find her phone. Pulling it out she saw the screen light up with an unfamiliar number. Her eyes widened as she opened the message and read over the text. 

Okay so Mozart's ninth symphony is pretty good, but have you heard Justin Timberlake's album? 

Celestia's lips curled into a grin.