“So, what’s Asher like?” I asked. It was one of those questions I was dying to know the answer for, even if it was kind of risky to ask. I had to know the answer. Jo rarely talked about Asher when I called.
“He’s really great,” Jo replied, “He’s really nice to me, and actually really romantic. You probably wouldn’t expect that from a guy like him, but it’s true. He’s always got a good sense of humor, too. He knows ways to make me smile when I’m crying. To me, he’s the perfect boyfriend.”
Well, wasn’t that a dumb question? I felt my heart fall a little. Why must I still be in love with her? I really need to accept that she’s taken, but I just can’t let her go.
“That’s great. He sounds like a good person,” I told her, making sure I didn’t make my voice waver. So many times have I wanted to tell her my feelings, but I know that it would ruin our friendship.
I heard the noise of a door opening in the background, “Hey, I gotta go, Niall, I think Asher’s home. I’ll talk to you later. Bye!” Jo cheerfully ended the call, so I mumbed a goodbye and shoved my phone back into my pockets. I sighed and leaned back into the couch. It just isn’t fair.
It’s been another week of talking to Jo on the phone. It has been one of the best weeks of my life, even if Jo is taken. She’s now one of my close friends, yet no one knows. It’s better this way; the paparazzi and fans won’t get suspicious.
I heard my phone ringing, I quickly snatched it out of my pocket and looked at the caller ID. It was Zayn. I answered the call, putting my phone up to my ear, “Hey Zayn.”
“Hey, do you wanna come to my place tonight? I’m not doing anything and Harry was bringing that one girl he went on a couple dates with. And, she’s bringing her friend.” Zayn told me. Wait, so Vanessa and Emily are coming? Well, I haven’t seen them in a while, so it will be nice to meet up with them again.
Wait a minute… Emily. What if she’s pissed at me or something? I’m guessing that she had a crush on me, since she’s a huge fan. She seemed fine with it then, but what if she’s secretly one of those over-obsessive fans or something? You know, I’m just going to take a chance and go.
“Yeah, I’ll come, but what about Louis and Liam?” I asked.
“Busy,” Zayn simply answered. I assumed Perrie will be there, they are getting married after all. Zayn’s lucky, he actually has a good love life, then there’s me… I am in love with a girl who has a boyfriend.
“Okay, when do you want me to come over?” I asked. Zayn answered, “Um, just like seven or something, doesn’t matter to me. Just don’t get drunk or something and I have to help you or something…” Zayn lazily joked. I quietly laughed, “Nice description, Zayn. Yeah, I’ll see you then.”
We mumbled goodbyes and ended the call. Right as I ended the call, I got a text. It was from Jo. I unlocked my phone so I could view the whole message: Hey Niall, I don’t have to work today, do you want to hang out?
Of course, just my luck. Jo wants to hang out and tonight Zayn wants me to come over. I just can’t say no to her. I haven’t seen Jo for a week, I really want to see her, but I can’t just ditch Zayn… Wait, I have an idea.
I quickly texted Jo: Hold on, I have an idea
I went to my contacts and clicked on Zayn’s. I pressed call within a minute, he picked up, “Hey?” Zayn asked, his voice sounded pretty confused. Well, I was on the phone with him just a minute ago.
“Hey, can I bring a friend over?” I asked.
“Um sure?” Zayn seemed suspicious, but I didn’t care.
“Thanks, see you later then,” And then I hung up. I went back to my messages with Jo and texted her: well, Zayn was having me over, so you can come to Zayn’s house to hang out, too. It will be me, Zayn, Zayn’s fiancé, Perrie, Harry, this girl Harry has been going on dates with, and her friend, Emily.
Within a minute I got a reply: What time?
I quickly replied back: U can come over at 7, I can pick u up, if you want.
Was that too much? Was asking if she wanted a ride too much? Maybe she thinks I’m going to try and hit on her in the car or something. What if she is mad at me now? God, I messed up.
No, I’m fine. What’s Zayn’s address?
That was Jo’s reply. Well, she doesn’t want a ride; I hope I didn’t freak her out or something… I gave her Zayn’s address and she thanked me, then she told me she had to be home by eleven, which I was fine with. And, that was it. Now I’m going to Zayn’s house with Jo.
