His Summer Love (A Niall Horan Fanfiction)

Chapter Seventeen~

November

<Samaras POV>

Devanie wasted no time telling us about her adventure with Liam. Their relationship was waayyyy under the radar to prevent from Modest finding out. And especially the fans. It was still awkward for Nikki, Sam, and I with our boys. I'm not sure how Sam and Nikki were doing but Zayn and I hadn't said anything still.

Uche and Niall were a whole different story. They hadn't made any progress either. Though most of us believed they wouldn't be able to repair the damage.

After Devanie and Liam patched things up, I began talking to my best friends out of One Direction. Louis and Harry. We spoke pretty regularly about things. They explained to me that Zayn and I hadn't been able to confront each other due to sheer awkwardness. But our reunion was bound to happen one way or another.

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"Samara are you here?" Mr. Cormier asked.

"Yes," I groaned.

"Please sit at your assigned seat then. Next time I will mark you absent," Mr. Cormier instructed.

"Ugh... I have never wanted to smash a glass beaker over someone's head so much in my life," I whispered to Devanie and Sam as I left for my seat.

"Okay kids, today we're learning about mole conversions. Pull out your note packets and lets begin taking notes," Mr. Cormier announced.

There was a low groan from the students in the class.

"So here's a problem saying to change 243 moles to grams. Lets get started," Mr. Cormier continued.

I swear if my finger gun was loaded I would shoot myself. Nope, I'm tuning out.

I laid my head on my bag and imagined a world without Cormier for the majority of the period. There were many rainbows and everybody was happy.

I continued my fantasy until someone slammed open the door. I didn't turn to see who it was.

"Tyler Contreras.. Late again huh?" Cormier sighed.

"Holy shit.." Someone yelled.

"Is that..?" A girl whispered.

"Samara.." I heard Sam start.

"What?" I snapped raising my head.

You know that moment when you get to the top of a roller coaster and you're about to drop? Then finally you take the fall and your stomach takes residence in your throat? Yeah, that's the feeling I got when I looked up to see none other than Zayn Malik standing in Cormeirs door.

"I'm not dreaming right? He's actually standing there.. Right?" I muttered to the random kid who cheats on my homework all the time.

"Yeah? Who's that?" He asked.

"There you are! I was afraid I'd walk into the wrong room," Zayn smiled at me.

"Uh, who are you?" Cormier rudely asked.

"Zayn Malik!!" A few girls squealed and left their seats to crowd him.

As this scene played out I had, for some reason, lost the ability to function. I just stared at the man that had suddenly thrown himself into my life.

"I'm going to have to ask you to leave, you're interrupting my class," Cormier demanded.

"Oh, of course. Sorry sir. If you'll just excuse me," Zayn grinned walking over to me and grabbing my bag and escorting me off of my seat.

"And where do you think you're going with Samara?" Cormier asked.

"I'm taking her with me," Zayn simply responded.