Flame (A Niall Horan FanFiction)

Chapter Seven

Erin's P.O.V.

I woke up with a fresh feeling, happy about last night's hangout. Everything was fun, it helped me think less of my parents. It distracted me. But there were two things that were off. First of all, Niall went straight to a group of men after we said our goodbyes. That could be his friends, but I remembered him telling me that he didn't have many friends. Unless he miscounted. The second thing that was abnormal was Zayn's behaviour. He wasn't usually so hesitant. Before he left on his motorcycle, I could tell he was itching to tell me something, but he held back. I shrugged all the thoughts off whist I pulled a hoodie over my head. I was getting ready for my job hunting.

Since my parents died, I had to pay the house bills, which meant I had to get a job. I usually lived off of my parents, and that was a total mistake. I had no idea what to do when it came to working. Of course I did household chores, but I didn't do enough to get a proper job. My mother always tried pushing me to work at McDonalds, but I hated the thought of cooking greasy food. Although the fries taste amazing, I just wasn't the fan of all the salt.

I headed down the stairs and grabbed my breakfast. Picking up my phone, I dialled Zayn's number.

"Hello Zayn?" I asked once he picked up.

"Erin?" He replied with his morning voice. Man, did it sound sexy,

I snapped out of my day dreaming, "Oh, err yeah! I was going to ask if you're busy today?"

"Hold on, I'll check my schedule," he said groggily.

"Alright," I waited patiently, playing with the hem of my shirt.

"You know I'm kidding right? Wow, are you gullible! You should know me by now! All I do in my 'schedule' is eat, sleep, and do my business. Of course I'm not busy, why?" He asked through the phone.

"Well, I might need a ride to numerous places. You see, I'm looking for a job since I have nothing to do these days, and I have to pay bills anyways," I replied, biting my bottom lip.

"Yeah, I'll be right there with my bike," He informed. I sighed, thankful and hung up the phone.

While I waited for Zayn, my eyes found the box from ten years ago, when I was 8. I made that box as a memory. I didn't want to forget my childhood, and the memories they held. I made my way to the box and lifted the lid. Inside were numerous things, toys, pictures, or even coins. I grabbed the picture of me Zayn and Louis, and a smile found its way on my face. The picture was taken by my father on my 7th birthday. We just finished playing a round of laser tag, and we were sweating like a hooker in church. Looking at Louis, I was reminded of how much I missed him. I was determined to find him and catch up with his stories, but until then, I had to find a job and gain money to buy a flight ticket.

My thoughts were interrupted with Zayn's loud knocking. I set the picture back in the box and ran to the door. I opened it and was greeted with his appearance. Zayn was wearing a white V-neck underneath his black leather jacket. His jeans hung onto his legs, showing his form. He looked like the ultimate bad ass. A smirk crept its way to my lips.

"You really are a motor biker," I laughed, poking at his leather jacket.

Zayn rolled his eyes, handing me a helmet. "Hurry up and we'll go. You need a job so you could buy a car and stop asking me for rides.

"Oh, I never thought you felt that way. I thought I was such good company for you," I said, bringing my hand up to my heart, feigning hurt. Zayn just chuckled and got on his bike. I followed him and wrapped my arms around his toned stomach. "We're going to West Mall first, I'm going to see if they have any openings for being a cash register."