Novocaine

Eight

The past two weeks have been nothing but confusing. I've gone out with Zayn almost every day after the past two weeks, and I've had Niall come into my house around 3-4 times a week. Zayn acted like a total gentlemen around me which just confused me. A part of me was trying to find something to hate him for so I could easily continue the bet I had with April. Another part of me just wanted to give up on the bet because he just seemed too innocent and perfect to ever play any girls. I just wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. I haven't once heard or seen him do anything suspicious concerning his dealing. He hasn't once been on drugs, drunk or pushed me to have sex with him. And that's where my confusion came in because if my friends claimed he was such a bad person and player then why haven't I seen it? If they claimed he was playing some sort of a game and his longest "relationship" was 3 weeks, then why wasn't he pushing me? We've only kissed once and that was because I initiated it. Of course he'd joke around about kissing and all, but he hasn't himself done anything to try and get into my pants. It's also been about three and a half weeks of us seeing each other so that already breaks his record. I wanted to believe everything he was telling me and believe that he was a good guy. But I didn't want to be oblivious and end up getting hurt. If all my friends knew about his reputation then I guess it has to be true. 

And then there was my new client Niall who added to a bit of the confusion in my life. He seemed like such a genuine and nice guy so it slightly confused me on why he had requested to see me so often. All of our conversations were incredibly great, but he never talked about any issues he was facing. All he spoke about is about what he'd done that day or some of his favorite places to eat. He'd talk about his family, and how we was so proud to be Irish, and about his passion for football. He was also one who asked many questions. He asked about my personal life so often that I almost assumed he was trying to hit on me, but he told me he had a girlfriend. Except he didn't tell me much about his girlfriend, so I couldn't tell whether she really existed or not. He'd ask questions like whether or not I was seeing anybody or not, and at first I was hesitant to answer, but I did end up mentioning Zayn. The first time I had mentioned Zayn's name to him, he blushed a little. Probably because he knew who Zayn was and that I really did have a boyfriend. But now we talk about Zayn and I all the time, he's surprisingly really interested about that topic. All in all though, I didn't mind. It was a nice break from work sometimes. It lightened the mood a lot after I had to just listen to a client cry. 

I thought about my situation with Zayn some more as I left work. It was almost 10 o'clock at night when I checked my phone to see a text from Zayn saying he couldn't come over tonight. Even though he said he'd make up for it and was so sorry he couldn't come, it did slightly depress me. I had been looking forward all day to see him. I was debating asking Liam and Eleanor to come over or just stay home and watch some netflix. I was deciding about doing the latter when some bloke ran  into me causing me to fall down. The next thing I knew, my entire arm was scraped up and bleeding.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry," he apologized as he turned back around realizing what he'd done. 

"Louis why the fuck did you stop?! Keep going! We're short on time!" A familiar voice shouted, following with gun shots.

"Sorry mate, but I bumped into this girl and now she's bleeding. I can't just leave her here," he replied as he offered me a hand to get back up. His hood fell back a little revealing a bit of his brown fringe. The other figure caught up to us, and turned to take a look at my arm.

"Are you okay?" The other lad asked as he examined my bleeding arm, I immediately recognized the voice and couldn't help but feel betrayed. 

He looked up and saw  my face and immediately paled. "Oh fuck me," he muttered. 

"Care to explain?" I asked as I gave a sarcastic smile, waiting for an explanation. 

"What happened to your 'fever'?"