Six Girls, Five Guys, One Summer (One Direction)

Chapter 25: Kelly's Fears Are Realized

A/N Hi everyone. Over two weeks since an update again...I am so sorry. It took me a while to finally come up with how I wanted this chapter to go. But here's an update for it now.

Hey, and it's finally summer up here! Now we're actually in the time of this story, finally! Not only has school actually ended, but the weather actually feels like it's summer up here. It wasn't like this in spring, when we had a snowstorm in April!

But the sad part is that although it's summer, I still won't be able to update frequently. Also, this week I'll be at camp for a few days, then I'm driving down to Kansas with my mom for a quick meeting over the weekend. And at the end of that week, I'll be going on another trip that'll lead up to some fun things (including the 1D concert!) But because of that, I won't be able to get onto a laptop very often to update. I'm not even sure if I'll have WiFi in Kansas, or on the other trip. So if you see me on, I'll probably not be on for long, or I found time to update. But again, it's going to be a long wait for the next chapter. Again, I apologize.

I'm getting off topic. Anyway, let's just start the story. Hopefully it'll make up for the wait. Here's Chapter 25! Enjoy!

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Kelly’s POV

What are you supposed to do when boredom takes you over, and all you want to do is to possibly make a date with that one guy you like, but you don’t want to make the first move?

No answer? That’s exactly what I thought. How exactly was I supposed to make a date with Zayn if I was acting like too big of a chicken to even call him? I sighed, and flopped down on my bed, staring at the ceiling. Lizzie and Louis were out doing a Twitcam last time I checked, and the rest of the guys were at a fitting, or doing some other band stuff. Lucy and Simone had piano lessons, Courtney was teaching a dance class, and Ana was at skating practice. So I was pretty much the only one left. I had been working on a new portrait of my parents to give them for their wedding anniversary.

I then had a thought. Zayn could possibly be done by now, right? I grabbed my phone and dialed his number. My finger hovered over the talk button, trying to decide whether I should call or not.

Thankfully, I didn’t even have to press the button. Someone was calling me. It was Zayn.

I quickly answered the phone, smiling. “Hey, Zayn,” I said, trying not to sound as bored as I was, or as happy as I was that he was calling.

“Hey, Kelly,” Zayn said into the phone.

“Vas happenin’?” I asked, adopting his phrase as I talked to him. I laughed a tiny bit, and so did he.

“Nothing much, I just finished the fitting. I was wondering if you maybe wanted to hang out later; or something like that, maybe?” Zayn offered. His voice sounded as if he were smiling.

“That sounds great. What time should we meet up? And where?” I asked him.

Zayn paused for a second. “Um...how about I pick you up at six for dinner at the Cheesecake Factory?” He asked me.

I froze. Did he just ask me out?

“Yes, I did,” Zayn said. Darn it, I said that out loud, didn’t I? “And yes, you did.” He laughed a bit. “So, what do you say?”

I bit my lip to keep from embarrassing myself. “Sure, Zayn; that sounds great,” I said calmly; impressing myself with how calm I sounded.

“Great! I’ll pick you up in a couple of hours,” Zayn said.