Chapter 3

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It's finally nearing the end of this dreadful week.

Everything has been exactly the same.

I've been keeping my distance from everybody, including Zayn; even though his longing gazes continually make me feel fuzzy inside. I try my hardest to ignore it.

Today is Friday, and we have to perform our individual pieces in precisely one week. I still haven't picked a song. I listen as everybody around me practices, and talks to one another, while I'm just, kind of here. Feeling as though I'm alone, in a crowded room.

Zayn's POV

As I glance around the room, I notice Rose by herself again. She just sits there, staring. I can see it in her eyes that something's not quite right. She looks kind of, heartbroken in a way.

Maybe that's why she's not very friendly? Is she lonely? Or is she just shy?

I've heard her singing voice several times this week, and it is absolutely lovely.

That's when I realise I'm staring. She raises an eyebrow at me, her green eyes holding a hint of a sparkle. I feel my cheeks heat up as I quickly avert my eyes.

I just wish I could see into her head. I want to know her. What her secrets are, her weaknesses, her strengths, what makes her happy, what makes her sad. Everything.

And I'm still not entirely sure why I'm so curious about this girl.

She is just intruiging.

Rose's POV

It's the end of the day. And, like always, I'm the very first person to exit the theater. I look around, but I don't see my mum anywhere. I sit down, and lean against the old brick wall, watching the cars go by.

My phone vibrates in my hand. I look down to see a text from my friend Charlotte.

From: Charlie :)

Why didn't u tell me zayn malik was your bloody mentor at singing camp?! x

I roll my eyes and I send a quick response.

To: Charlie :)

because I am not a crazy fangirl like yourself! xx

I put my phone back in my pocket and I continue to watch as all of the other kids slowly file out of the theater and leave.

I take my phone out again and I call my mum.

"Hello?" She answers in a cheery voice. I sigh, "Mum, what are you doing? I'm waiting for you!"

Silence.

"Shoot. I'm so sorry Rosland! I didn't realise the time and I went out with John. Could you get a ride from somebody or catch the bus?!"

Of course she's with John. Shoulda saw that one coming.

"Yeah sure whatever." I say in frustration. Without another word, I press the 'end' button.

After about five more minutes of me trying to figure out what I was going to do, I hear the theater doors open.

"Rose. Is that you?" I hear a familiar, calming voice. It could only be one person. I raise my head slightly to look at him.

"Yep, it's me." I laugh humorlessly.

"What's going on? Are you alright?" He asks, walking closer, his dark eyes full of concern.

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