My Favorite Mistake (1D / H.S./ Harry Styles)- REVISING

Chapter 4

"Yeah." I respond. My heart is beating out of my chest.

"I hope you don't mind. I got your number from Calum." Zayn says softly.

Mind?! I could kiss Calum right now!!! Of course I don't mind!!!...ok...ok...I need to calm down. Why on earth is he calling me?  Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining!!!

"I don't mind. What's up?" I ask as I pull myself together.

"I was just wondering if you wanted to grab some lunch before we all meet up to race go-karts. You know, just you and me."

My jaw hits the floor. I am in complete shock. It's been about a year since I was asked out on a date...I mean besides the formal dances during the school year. I certainly haven't had time to date. Then again, most of the boys at my school are such immature idiots. Sorry, but "immature idiot" doesn't exactly do it for me. My mind wanders off...

"Hello?...Or not. I was just wondering. I thought it would be fun." He's stumbling over his words and rambling on. It's seriously cute.

Oh no! Does he think I'm not interested? Of course I'm interested! I've got to pull myself together and focus on this conversation.

"That sounds like a lot of fun." I answer as calmly as I can with my heart beating out of my chest.

We continue to talk. It turns out he went to Calum's high school but just graduated this year. He really likes sports and seems to be pretty smart. He's got a good sense of humor and is fairly easy to talk to. He seems to know a bit more about me than I do him. I think I may call him out on that...

"How is it that you know so much more about me than I do you? Are you stalking me?" I ask as flirtatiously as I can. Ugh! I sound like a moron.

"Would you want me to stalk you?" He responds without skipping a beat.

HELL YES!!!!!

Thank god that was in my head and not out loud.

"I'm being serious! How do you know about me? And what exactly do you know?" This could either go really well or really poorly.

"I only know what Calum told me when I asked about you."

"Why would you ask about me?" The question falls out of my mouth before I can stop it.

There's a pause. Oh dear Lord! Did I just create uncomfortable silence?! Dammit!!!

"You intrigued me." He finally answers.

Me?! Intriguing?! I wonder how many girls he used that on! I roll my eyes. Deep down inside I'd love to believe him. I just never visualize myself like that. I'm just me. Nothing fancy. No bells and whistles. I blend in with the woodwork.

"Thank you." I reply. I have no idea what to say at this point. I look at the clock and we've been talking for an hour.

"Well, I better get some sleep if I'm going to kick your ass tomorrow on the track." I resort to trash talking, that could be considered flirting, right?

He chuckles, "Calum warned me how competitive you are. We shall see about that! So, I'll pick you up at 12:00 tomorrow?"

We confirm the time and say our good-byes.

Holy shit! That just happen! I hope I  can, at least, come close to kicking his ass tomorrow. Here I am talking trash and never even tried go-karting. I hope I don't make a fool of myself!!!! My thoughts get all jumbled together as I fade to sleep.

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12:00 is sneaking up on me. I finally settle on an outfit. Just shorts, a plain t-shirt, and converses. I throw my hair back into a ponytail. I am putting on my make up when my mom passes by my open door and stops to take a look at what I'm wearing.

"You're going in that?! That outfit makes you look fatter than you really are!" she says in disgust and continues down the hall.

That's my loving mother. She's unhappy at the world so she takes it out on everyone around her. She's easily tipping the scale at over 300 pounds. That woman shouldn't be trying to tell me what makes me look fat!!! Ugh! Thanks for igniting my self doubt!

I let out a deep sigh and finish putting on  my mascara. I take a long look in the mirror hoping to see some amazing improvement, What's the point? It isn't going to make Zayn fall for me. Just then my self pity is interrupted by the doorbell. Shit! It's 12:00!!! I go running down the stairs to answer the door just to get the hell out of here.

I open the door to Zayn looking up and smiling at me.

"Vas happenin?"

He says that in a way that makes me giggle. He is so stinking adorable. I invite him in and introduce him to my parents. With it being a Saturday, my dad is home. Zayn shakes both my parents' hands and I rush him towards the door but not before he hits Kelly up for a high five.

We have lunch at a sandwich shop. I'm finding out that we have a lot in common. We love movies and the same genre of music, which happens to be just about everything that has a decent beat to it. We are laughing and joking around. The conversation is effortless. He talked about his job. I guess he usually works during the day and most weekends.

We arrive at the go-kart place and meet up with Calum and Lisa.

"Oh my God!!!" Lisa mouths to me in regards to Zayn behind his back.

"I know, right?" I mouth back.

"Are you ready to...how did you put it?...'kick my ass'?" Zayn says as he smirks over shoulder at me.

We hop into our go-karts and take off. This is a blast! As we're approaching our final laps, Zayn's leading and I need to put my money where my mouth is. I inch myself closer to him. This jerk keeps blocking me! Grrrr!!!

It's now or never! I wedge my way past him. Yes!...all of a sudden I begin to spin out. You have got to be kidding! He zooms past me and so does everyone else. I went from first to last in a matter of seconds.

"You spun me out! What's wrong?! You had to resort to such tactics to avoid getting your ass kicked by a girl?" I taunt Zayn and stick my tongue out. My pride is hurt and I'm a sore loser. I can't even hide it with post race trash talk.

He just flashes his adorable smile, grabs me, and pulls me in for a hug. God he smells amazing! My stomach flutters. Okay...he's forgiven.

After a few hours of shooting pool, Zayn offers to take me home.

"Are you still pouting over losing at go-karting?" He asks as he walks me to my front door.

"No." I lie. I've been pouting since the moment it happened. He cheated!

"You are!" He taunts me as he grabs my hand.

"How about a rematch?" Anything to distract me from these butterflies in my stomach that I get every time he touches me.

His grin widens, "Well, that makes it easier on me trying to find a lame excuse to ask you out again without sounding like an idiot."

Wait! What?! He wants to go out again?!

He gives me a hug and kisses me on the cheek. I watch him walk back to his car where he pauses before he climbs into the driver's seat.

"I'll call you later." He says with a smile and gets into his car.

Did I mention wow?...just wow.