Five Foot Four ((Zach Abels Fanfic))

Chapter Nine

    There were shops everywhere and so many people walking around the mall type thing. They shoved and pushed at us, but we were just focused on staying together.

    We stood away from the people to try to get a better look around for Rainey and her friend but couldn't see anything but the huge amount of bodies. It was strange to see the stranded roads but to walk somewhere, not even that far, that is jam packed full of people.

    I scanned around for her but had no luck. She said she wouldn't be here not long after we arrived and it had been a couple of minutes, but I guess it would have took longer to leave the fans without making them too suspicious... Plus, the walk was a bore and took a long time so...

    "Any ideas of places you wanna eat at?" Mikey asked Jeremy, loudly over the noise of the people.

    "I don't really care, dude.." He responded, "Zeeko?"

    I shrugged my shoulders and turned my body to face the guys because looking around like a douche would look creepy. 

    "This is weird, Zach, you're acting so..." Jeremy faded out, as if he had no clue what he wanted to say.

    "So what?" I questioned.

    "I don't know." He spoke quieter. "Just don't get too caught up."

    I stared at him and tilted my head slightly. Why did everyone assume that I would get caught up in all of this. It was all simple.

    "He's just angry cos he got beat on Smash Bros." Mikey laughed, shoving himself into Jeremy.

    "Nah, I'm angry cos Jesse and Brandon are off somewhere and we're here looking for food and waiting for people that we don't even know." Jeremy said.

    "C'mon dude." Mikey pleaded with him.

    I didn't really mind if they wandered off without me...

    "There's an Italian place over there?" Rainey's voice spoke from behind me.

    I spun my body around and she stood still, looking upwards with the same smile on her face and I couldn't tell whether it was her comfortable one or a new one. 

    "It's actually a really nice place, I used to go there a lot." Her friend said, and Rainey nodded along with her. "Sorry, this has nothing to do with anything, but I'm Lucy."

    "Hey." The guys said in time.

    "Anyway, about the food?" Lucy asked.    

    The guys shrugged and looked at each other.

    "We don't have to come, it's fine.. You can all go off on without us if it's eas-" Rainey began but got interrupted.

    "Nah, it's cool." Jeremy said. "So that Italian place."

    Mikey threw himself inside a little Italian restaurant and we all followed behind him. Behind Mikey was Jeremy, I was behind him and then Rainey walked closely behind me, followed by Lucy.

    In the little time that we stood in a line, Rainey kept accidentally hitting my back with her hands and then she would apologise real quick. I think she even hit her head off my back but it didn't really affect me. It just kind of gave me chills. And images. But I didn't want to think about her that way, at that moment.

    We sat down on a round table near the back of the restaurant and the woman told us the specials, before walking off.

    "Coming to England and eating Italian food, our people should be so proud." Lucy said sarcastically and everyone laughed.

    Rainey took her hat off and folded her hair behind her ear. It was kind a dark brown which faded into a lighter brown with a little bit of red. It rested above her shoulders in waves, which looked like they had come from braids. She then pulled her coat off, revealing a long sleeved black top and a grey dress layered on top. It wasn't a fancy dress, it was just one of those stretchy ones. Either way, she looked good. Like seriously good. Her socks were black and she wore little black boots.

    "So..." Jeremy said, switching his eyes from me to Rainey. "What's the story?"

    She bit her lower lip, with a huge smile and tilted her head backwards. "I tripped him up."

    "Oh shit, and that actually worked?" He responded. 

    "Like a gem." She laughed. 

    She turned to me and smiled softly and I just wanted to sit closer to her. 

    "Are you okay?" She whispered to me as the guys spoke to Lucy about the tours and the fans or some shit.

    "Yeah, I am."

    "Really?" She raised both her eyebrows and the lighting seemed to make her look like a fucking angel.

    "Yeah." I confirmed, with a smile. "After this, do you want to go for a walk?" 

    Fuck. A walk. I sounded like an ass.

    "I'd like that." She said before turning back to the guys and laughing along with them.

    I stayed still as I looked at the side of her face. The little dimple she had, which didn't show on the other side and the light freckles that tried to hide on her skin. Her plump lips and her tiny nose. Every single feature had hundreds of different creases or cracks that I kept discovering. She was like portrait, painted and crafted so thoroughly and with all the riches the town could afford. 

    And then she turned to me and smiled again.