The Furnace in My Heart (A Zayn Malik fanfiction)

Chapter 12 - Shocking Turn of Events

I moan, rolling over to look at the digital clock. It's ten o'clock a.m. Grabbing my phone, I push the power button. 10:00 a.m. Friday, 16 July , 2010. Friday? (A/N: The format for the date is different. And at Tong High School, - the setting of this book/ Zayn’s old high school - they finish the school year later than America.) It was just Thursday! I must’ve slept through the entire day. Great. Today is Sadie Hawkins. Shit! Stumbling out of bed, I sprint to my bathroom. Not minding the time, I take all of my sweet time in the shower. Finally finished, I dry myself well and wrap the white towel snugly around my body. Strolling over to my closet, I sigh in hopes I find something worth wearing. Opening the double doors, I walk in and run to the dress section of my closet. Dresses of all sorts of styles and colors I had no idea I owned hang before me. Oh, the choices. Normally, I’d just eeny meeny miny moe it, and just do my hair, but not now. I don’t know why, but there’s a feeling in the pit of my gut. Something tells me to actually give a shit and dress well. Like I actually want to be there.

(A/N: Feel free to look up any of these items on Google/Polyvore. They are worth looking at. But if not, your loss.) I settle for Sean Collection Embellished Tulle Ball Gown. I prefer strapless dresses over the others. Why? I have no clue. The breast area is a white color with pink rhinestones. Putting it neatly on my bed, I do my makeup. Light pink eye shadow and a touch of mascara. A heavy, but not too deep, red lipstick. Plugging in both the curling iron and blow dryer, I wait for the curling iron to heat up. While I wait, I blow dry my hair then go back to makeup. Foundation is dabbed onto my cheeks and I add a little blush for safe measure. The curling iron has heated, so I curl my hair. Setting the curling iron down after I turn it off, I look at myself in the mirror. Not too much makeup, but just enough to please people. I finish off my hair by putting in a 4 inch hot pink hair bow.

Satisfied, I put on my dress. It is a beautiful dress, if I may say so myself. The reason I love dresses is because they are so elegant, no matter what occasion. For jewelry, I put on the diamond stud earrings Meg gave me on my 15th birthday. That year, I also got a pink sapphire halo diamond ring. Both fairly expensive. I never really got a chance to wear them.

Quickly checking the time, it is now 6:00 p.m. Sadie Hawkins begins at 8:00. I guess I should call Jonathan. Tell him that I’m ready. Picking up my iPhone, I see I have 4 missed calls. Three from Jonathan. One from Zayn? Why was Zayn calling me? And today of all days? Whatever. Unlocking my phone, I call Jonathan back. While I’m waiting for him to pick up, I sit on my bed and stretch out my legs a bit. The phone stops ringing and I hear Jonathan yelling at someone to shut up because his girlfriend’s on the phone. Not recalling accepting his date, I don’t think that means we date.

“Helena! Glad you called! I’ll pick you up in ten, yeah?” He asked in a polite manner. I nod my head in response, then realize he can’t see me.

“Alright. I’ll text you the address as soon as we hang up,” I say, replying as nonchalant as possible.

We say our goodbyes and I hang up. Opening iMessage, I send him my address. As I tap send, the little blue bubble reads ‘58 Featherstone Street’. I let my phone hibernate as I look for my shoes. Waltzing back into my closet, I find a cute pair of Betsey Johnson Ring Metallic High-Heel Sandals. Trying them on to make sure they fit, I smile in relief. Still fit me. Seems as though my feet didn’t grow and inch. I put on the other heel and look for accessories. Grabbing a Betsey Johnson Diamond Bow Clutch, I slip my phone inside with 30 euros. Looking at myself in the mirror for the last time, a tiny smile skitters across my face. I do look really pretty.

The sound of the doorbell tugs me out of my little trance. Slowly making my way downstairs, I open the door to find Jonathan dressed in a tux. White silk blouse and a hot pink tie. Holding back my rolling eyes, I just smile at him. Finally meeting his eye, I can see they're widened. Now, I feel a bit more insecure and shy.