Diana (on hold)

chapter 4

•Diana POV•"

I cursed under my breath and dropped the curling iron on the sink. sucking my burnt finger I picked up the hair spray and covered the majority of my hair.

today was the night of the Bonfire and I had butterfly's from excitement. I knew that curling my hair was probably a little too much, but I didn't care.

I put on my black leggings and oversized grey sweater, before pulling on my black beanie.

I'm so excited.

In the middle of imagining scenarios at the beach, I heard a knock at the door awakening me from my thoughts.

"hurry up Diana I gotta pee!" it was Johnny, the 10 year old from across the hall. I laughed at him and yelled "alright give me a sec!"

I took in my image and frowned, adjusting the beanie and sweater. I ran a hand over the scar on my neck, and self consciously covered it with one of my brown curls.

I sighed before accepting the fact that I will never be as pretty as I want. opening the locked door, I ran out shoving on my brown ugs before grabbing my bag and Guitar, tiptoeing down the stairs.

please be upstairs, please please. I crossed my fingers and shut my eyes tight, biting my lip.

"where are you going?" I heard Shelby voice and sighed before opening my eyes.

dangit.

"just a get together with some friends, Shell."

"this late?"

"it's only seven."

"where?"

"the beach. "

"will there be boys?"

"yes it's a school event.."

"are you gonna kiss them?"

"no! my gosh no, you know me better then that."

"why are you dressed in winter clothes?"

"it's a bonfire, Shelby."

she raised an eyebrow but nodded. "be safe and be back soon."

yes!

I beamed, and hugged her, before running out the door.

I jumped in Shelby's small grey car and started it up. as soon as I got on the road my mind drifted into its usual wondering state.

I wonder how Niall will do his hair.. his usuall quiff, or down flat..

I wonder if he will where his blue hoodie or his black one.

I wonder if he will smile or wave at me wen he sees me.. or ignore me. that's a possibility..

I wonder if-

a loud honk interrupted my wonders and I sighed, letting the idiot pass me on the freeway.

I got off on the next exit and drive down the busy street entering the parking lot.

I looked around at my surroundings, seeing several groups of people in the parking lot. 100s of students were all over the beach, and 9-10 fire pits were placed around the beach. music played loudly, and the only light was coming from the blazing fires. groups were laughing, roasting marshmallows and I saw a couple making out.

I swallowed, and took my hand of the Handel of the car.

I can't do this.

yes you can, I just need to talk too people.

I don't 'talk' to people!

you can talk to Niall.

Niall.

I just need to find Niall. with that small amount of courage gained I opened the door and followed a group of people towards the fire pit on the beach.

I couldn't stop myself from scanning the crowd over and over to find Niall's striking blonde hair.

he was no where in sight.

I thought of taking my guitar out from the back but got distracted when I saw a food stand near by. my stomache growled; I hadn't eaten all day.

I headed alone towards the stand and started to fill my plate, tapping my foot along with the beat of the music.

I sat down on a unoccupied log, trying to ignore the kissing couple in front of me.

I pushed a piece of watermelon on my fork and plopped it in my mouth.

a disgusting, familiar, sickening smell filled my nostrils, and I almost choked on my watermelon.

I group of 5 girls sat across from me with blood shot eyes. they wore fishnets, tight , short skirts, and told making their curves burst out from their tops. they all held small packages of a grey powder that made me nauseous.

the tallest girl with a a half shaved head of blonde hair offered me a package and I declined, on the verge of barfing.

the weed triggered memories back from when I was a kid, before all the orphanages and moving...

my parents had been drug addicts and the smell lingered throughout the house constantly.

the tall girl scanned me up and down before laughing, obnoxiously loud at my reaction. she nodded to the rest of the girls to look at me and they joined in.

I bit the inside of my cheek and muttered something about getting some air.

I stood up and made my way through the crowds of people to the wall near the parking lot. I sighed and crossed my arms, teeth chattering from the lack of warmth in my sweater. the fire was keeping me warm before, and now I was in the shadows, freezing.

my mind, (as usual) drifted to Niall again. he said he would be here. I had hoped too desperately he wouldn't be like the rest that just lied too me, but I guess I was wrong.

a loud clanking noise caught my attention and I looked up, squinting from the lack of light to see what it was. I saw a broken beer bottle on the floor, and the tips of brown boots. my eyes followed up to see the mans face and I recognized him instantly; Zayn Malik. he was on the team with Niall, I recalled Niall telling me before.

Zayn held another bottle in his right hand, and his other hand was held out Infront of him to keep him balanced. his eyes were blood shot, and a distracted smirk was plastered across his face. he was drunk. very drunk.

"Zayn?" I asked my voice small.

"hey there sexy." he chuckled walking closer to me eyeing me up and down, with his brown eyes.

"excuse me?" I was already getting uncomfortable.

"ah let me see those famous eyes." he roughly moved a strand of hair from my face and tucked it in my beanie. I saw his eyes lower to my chest and back.

"you wanna have some fun gorgeous?"

his words and eyes shocked me entirely. his hair was black and he wore a leather jacket. he might've been attractive if it weren't for his dirty mouth.

"get your hand off me." I pushed his hand off my cheek and he stumbled Back with a loud laugh.

"c'mon kiss me baby-" he moved awfully close as I tried to shove him away with no luck. my heart started to beat faster, and my mind started to panic. I tried to recall all of the books on self defense I had read but my mind wouldn't think straight I could only think of the hot breath on my cheek that smelled of beer coming from Zayn.

"get away from me!" I yelled attempting to sound stronger then I felt.

he laughed again and put his hands on either side of the wall besides my head, trapping me. I looked over his shoulder desperately looking for help when my gaze locked on bright blue eyes and striking blonde hair just behind him.

{sorry if it was poorly paced, or went too fast. comment what you think x}