Head over Heels || book one.

Falling face first

Author's note:

Chapter 53 is up (yay).

It's not great and I don't have much of a plot line anymore, but there will be a surprise within the next three chapters. And you'll never guess what it is (dramatic music (dum dum duh)). Actually there will be a mulitude of surprises within the next ten. So prepare to be amazed and surprised. 

Sarah’s POV

The party was a fair bit quieter since whatever happened with the drinks. I cleaned up the mess and then proceeded to get another drink. 

“What’re you drinking?” Josh asked, coming up behind me.

I turned to look at him, back leaning against the bar. “Pretty sure it’s a vodka.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Pretty sure? How many of them have you had tonight?”

“This is my second.” I gestured to the glass.

“I honestly don’t think you need any more.” He went to take the glass from my hand, and eventually, I unwillingly let go. “Care to join me outside?” He asked, slightly over formally. I nodded and took his hand. 

He took me outside and then did I realise that no one else was there with us. The dim lighting gave the space a sort of quirky feel, kind of spooky, kind of romantic. Josh cleared his throat and my thoughts were pulled back into the moment. He let go of my hand and sat down on the bench, then patted the spot next to him inviting me over. I sat as well and then he looked at me, like he was trying to get a reaction or something. Mind you, I was a tad tipsy so whatever he was looking for, he didn’t see it.

I narrowed my eyes for a second, trying to understand what was going on. “Ok, what’s up?” I asked, giving up on plan a.

He sighed and started tracing circles on the back of my hand. “Four weeks. Tour. North America.” He blurted.

I was silent for a minute as I comprehended what he said. I think I might have cleared my throat about five times before speaking. “Ok.” I croaked. I had no idea what else to say. I looked at him, but he kept his eyes on my hands. “Hey,” I nudged him with my shoulder. “That’s great.” I smiled. “And I’m guessing that we’re not going?” I said, meaning the girls.

“Pretty much. But hey, I promise we’ll keep in touch.” He finally looked up with hopeful eyes.

“I don’t doubt you, I hope you know that.” I said calmly. “I’m also guessing I’m the first to know about this.”

“Well other than the fact that all of North America knows and will have known for the past six or seven months, yup, you’re the first to know about it.” He summed up. I softly laughed and then rested my head against his shoulder.

“I forgot about that.” I whispered.

“And the date I owe you...” He began. “How’s Wednesday night sound?” 

“Absolutely prefect.” I replied, turning to kiss him on the cheek, then at the last second he turned and faced me and I ended up giving him a proper kiss.

Cassie’s POV

Leg hurty. Head achy. Not to mention the fact that I’m thirsty. “Zayn.” I whined. 

The sliding door opened and he came in. “You ok? Did you need something?” He asked, sitting down on the couch opposite me.

“Could you please get me a drink?” I asked somewhat sweetly.

“Anything specific?” He replied, going to stand up.

I nodded. “Just some water, oh and could you please get me a panadol as well? Thank you.” 

He just nodded as he left the room and came back momentarily with exactly what I’d asked for. I could get used to that.

“Anything else?” He asked, setting down the glass of water and tablets.

I shook my head, then he came over, kissed my forehead lightly and left without another word.

Stef’s POV

Friday couldn’t come soon enough. Ok, it’s kinda still Saturday night, at the party, but whatever. I haven’t seen Maryanne since we’ve been in the lounge room and I literally can’t see straight. It’s well past midnight and only half the guests are still partying; the other half are unconscious on the floor or they left. So much for the all night party. 

“Woah. Watch where you’re going.” Somebody steadied me as I bumped into them. 

“Sorry.” I slurred and tried to retrace my steps and find someone I actually knew.

“Stef? Stef. Stef!” A familiar voice called my name and I tried to find where it was coming from and who said it.

“L-Louis.” I mumbled seeing him and walking towards him. Of course I trip over a flat surface (in heels in my defense) and of course land face first. Next thing I hear is laughter. Then someone standing me up.

“You alright?” Louis asks softly as the laughter dies down. I nod and he guides me over to a seat. 

“What just happened?” I asked, slightly less intoxicated.

“You went head over heels and fell face first.” Louis described as he shrugged like there was nothing else to it. 

Author's note:

Short chapter. Running out of ideas and inspiration. 

Love ya all. 

Sarah oxoxox