Disguise♔ z.m

Twelve

This was it.

I was standing by the doorframe, waiting for Zayn to call me. Well, after the lunch I had with Marcel on Monday, I immediately went back to tapping my day away, later on being bombarded with questions from Veronica. The following day, obviously Tuesday, I met Olly Murs. It was the most unexpected thing I could experience after the sleepless night I had. Reasons for having insomnia? I was stuck running in circles, thinking whether calling Zayn- as Veronica supposed- might be the best thing to do? Or maybe forgetting the fact that he gave me his number. Another reason was Marcel. I kept on thinking whether giving up upon the probabilities of ever dating someone with reasonable qualities will suit me more? And maybe trying to work things out with Marcel, should actually be it?

Eventually, Wednesday came, and that's when I decided to pick up the phone and put an end to my sleepless nights. It was an awkward conversation we had over the phone. I was stammering, as usual, but Zayn quickly caught up with my words and ended up telling me to join him to this dance competition one of his friends was having. And I thought, why miss this chance when this could be an amazing opportunity of apologizing for my immature behavior on Saturday, which I still don't seem to remember.

So, standing by the doorframe, waiting for Zayn to call me, does not sound normal, but how is that my fault when I don't know how to be in a circumscribed position with Zayn while being sober?

My phone rings and his name appears, making my heart rush like fireworks. I count my heart beats and soon enough, I get mixed up with numbers as his name still turns on and off on my screen. I shuffle out of my flat, and shut the door, deciding on just taking a little purse that had some money and my telephone in with me. I go down the elevator and finally arrive to the ground floor, quickly walking out of the building, stopping at the entrance and glimpsing around for the tanned Adonis. Once my gaze falls upon him, I feel a tingle in my chest. He was oblivious to my presence, but the way he undid the zip on his leather jacket made it hard for me to ignore. It was the way he pushed a stone with his hard black shoes. It was the way he ran his hand through his hair, biting his lip simultaneously. His eyes meet mine and I immediately snap my head to another direction, hoping he didn't get me staring at him. Let's just say I am that clumsy. I hope I just don't fall and bust my bum.

"Nora." I slowly look forwards, his chest warmly close.

"Zayn. Hi," I chirp.

"I thought you'd never call," He implies smoothly.

His body scented of heavy cologne and his lips of fresh mint, but I had to hold myself together and answer."Yes," I nod."To apologize for anything I did on.. Saturday."

His warm hazel eyes absorb my words, and for a moment, I begin to feel as though I was dissolving right in front of the boy who couldn't look twice at me. C'mon!

"That day is over. Ready?" I nod to his question, following his lead to his car that strikingly seemed to pop into my mind out of nowhere. I shut my eyes for a mere second before climbing in, the memories rushing back into my mind. I couldn't put them together, since everything only comes as a blur. He slips into the car seat and shuts the door, thrusting his car key into the car's engine, where he immediately turns on the radio and hits the pedal, the car slowly beginning to move. The building I came out from, fleetly fades from the window I looked out from.

My heart was pumping, my nails were dug into my jeans as I held my little purse closer to myself, agitated from the tempting music playing. Every thing was magnified and I couldn't contain the pressure I had being with Zayn. This was unusual. This is the exact feeling I had when I didn't know with who I was to going out on dates with. No, it is not the exact feeling. This feeling is way more overwhelming.