Kassidy POV
It was Sunday and I was going to start to go to university tomorrow. Jennifer and Harry left yesterday at around seven in order to get back to their dorms. Marcel got better by the end of the night so we ate dinner at a local restaurant and called it a day. Marcel never really introduced me to his mates yet, I only met Niall. Niall was quite a lovely person. He just laughs all the time and he is so carefree. It's pretty great to be honest. I wish I was that care free.
Marcel and I really don't have a defined relationship. I don't know what we are to be honest. Does he not want to be with me anymore? Does he just want to be that kind of couple who aren't really one and just make out all the time? Because if he was, that really isn't my thing. I am more of a relationship type of girl, I mean who isn't? I want to be in a relationship, get engaged, and get married. I want to grow up with the boy that I love, and right now it's Marcel.
That morning, I went to the gym. I decided I should make healthier choices from now on. I ate too much unhealthy foods it's unbelievable. I dressed in some yoga pants and I plain t-shirt. Before heading to the gym, I decided to stop my Marcel's. I completely forgot about my wallet in his dorm and I needed to pick it up. As I knocked on his door, he answered quickly. He examined what I was wearing from head to toe.
"Damn", he smirked.
"What?", I asked.
"Those yoga pants look nice, that's all I have to say."
"Marcel!", I whined and slapped his arm.
"Ow", he said as he rubbed the area I slapped.
"Since when were you like that", I pouted.
"I don't know. It's just that you look nice. Okay?"
"Styles, I swear."
"Why are you wearing that anyways?", he asked. He looked angry?.
"I'm heading to the gym. I need to pick up my wallet."
"Oh right, hold on", he ran to his bedside table and handed it over.
"Thanks."
"Are we going to hang out today?", he said as he looked into my eyes.
"Sure. Where do you want to go?"
"I don't know. Maybe I'll give you a tour around."
"Sounds good. See you later", I said and leaned in to kiss his cheek. He quickly backed away.
What the hell?
"Bye", he awkwardly said and closed the door.
What in the world? What did I do?
I, being confused at ever, walked to the gym close by. I needed a car sooner or later. I entered the gym and saw a familiar face glance at me.
"Kassidy?", he said.
"Hi. Zayn right?", I asked him.
"Yeah. Hey. What are you doing here? I mean nevermind, well that was stupid of me", he said.
"It's fine", I laughed,
"That's embarrassing", he said shyly.
"Not at all", I grinned.
"Well. I'll see you around", he said and left.
I headed to the treadmill to run a couple of miles. In my ears blasted some All Time Low and Blink-182. They were my favourite bands of all time. Pop-Rock was probably my favourite genre of music if I have to say.
As I ran, I continued to think: Why did Harry dodge my kiss?
First he compliments my yoga pants, being extra "cheeky" as the Brits say, and then the next minute he is acting like I did something wrong. Am I doing something wrong? Is the plans of us going around still going on?
Marcel POV
"Damn", I smirked.
"What?", she asked.
"Those yoga pants look nice, that's all I have to say."
"Marcel!", she whined and slapped my arm.
"Ow", he said as he rubbed the area I slapped.
Why did I say that. Marcel you're supposed to take things slow dammit.
"Since when were you like that", She pouted.
"I don't know. It's just that you look nice. Okay?"
"Styles, I swear."
"Why are you wearing that anyways?", I asked. I was getting annoyed at myself.
"I'm heading to the gym. I need to pick up my wallet."
"Oh right, hold on", I ran to my bedside table. It was in the drawer.
"Thanks."
"Are we going to hang out today?", I said. I looked into her blue eyes.
"Sure. Where do you want to go?", I gave in.
" Maybe I'll give you a tour around. After I study for my exam, of course", I added.
"Sounds good. See you later", She said and leaned in to kiss my cheek. I quickly backed away.
I closed the door shut awkwardly. Did you really just reject that Marcel? I know we kissed that Friday night she arrived, but still. I told myself I will not blow this up again. I don't want to rush things. I want this to happen, slow and smoothly.
I would kiss her all day, for god sakes. I want her, every inch of her. I need to contain myself. I am a teenage boy after all. I always thought of how beautiful she was in my head, but I never expressed it out loud. I felt like I made her completely awkward and uncomfortable. I realized it, that's why I am so goddamn pissed at myself! I have a purpose for why I am acting like this. I hope she knows that. I would kiss her and hold her in my arms and call her mine. But I know, it isn't healthy for us two to do that. I know that rushing things isn't the answer to this.
I just hope she is still willing to go with me later tonight. I hope she doesn't hate me for doing that.
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Sorry if this chapter isn't the best and my updates haven't been as frequent as I hoped. :(
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