They Don't Know About Us (Sequel to Teenage Dirtbag)

Chapter 22

Ermagerd my birthday was so amazing. My crush fucking said Happy Birthday to me and I literally died. and this other guy came & my crush said to him, "dude, it's summer's birthday!" & the guy gave me a high five, and my crush said to him, "Wow so you give her a high five but don't say happy birthday? What the heck, man?"

DO YOU HEAR ME SOBBING I WAS CRYING OMG NOT REALLY BUT OMG.

and then on Friday my friends and I all went out to dinner. & yesterday my friends told me to go over to one of their houses and it ended up being a surprise birthday party for me. it was so awesome I love my friends.

ok i'm done ranting here's the awaited chapter.

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Elena’s POV:

            My right leg nervously bounced up and down as my upper set of teeth sunk into my bottom lip, my nerves getting the best of me. Both of my hands were laced together and placed on my lap as my heart drummed against my rib cage. The boy next to me tried to keep me calm, but it wasn’t working considering the circumstances.

            “Don’t worry, El,” Zayn says. “It’s going to be fine. Harry’s not going to let Management do anything.”

            I let out a sigh, shaking my head as I look at the tanned skin boy. “I know... I just can’t help but worry, you know? It’s nervewracking.”   

            Zayn lets out one of his deep chuckles. “I know,” he says, nodding. “But you’ve gotta have faith in Harry. He already lost you twice. He’s not gonna let it happen again.” Then he adds, “Third time’s the charm.”

For the first time since Management showed up, I let out a small laugh. “I guess you’re right,” I say with a sigh. “I just wish they’d hurry up because my nerves are eating me alive.”

Zayn gives me a small smile, but doesn’t say anything. The two of us were sitting on the couch in the boys’ dressing room at the arena. The rest of the boys were talking with Management with Paul, and I was sitting here dying to know what was happening. Zayn offered to sit with me so I wouldn’t get too lonley, and I thank him for that. I would have gone insane if he wasn’t here, probably.

            I puffed out my cheeks as I let out a breath, running a hand through my long hair. Five, ten, fifteen, twenty minutes had passed, and the boys still weren’t back yet. That caused an even more nervous feeling rise up in my stomach.

            Though I spoke too soon. Suddenly, the dressing room’s doors bursted open and in walked the four boys, indifferent expressions on their faces. I couldn’t tell if they were happy, angry, sad, or what. They were expressionless.

            “Well?” I broke the silence, standing up. “What happened?”

            Instead of answering me, Liam looked at Zayn. “Come out, mate. Let’s give Harry and Elena some privacy.”