got lightning in a bottle || n.h au

twenty three

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× Zahraa ×

So I haven't spoken to Niall since Thursday morning, when he texted me to tell me he had cancel on our plans.

It's Saturday today.

I spent a good portion of my Friday I contemplating on calling him. I talked myself out of it when I realized that maybe I'd probably be bothering him. His tone in the texts he sent told me that something wasn't right with him and as much as I wanted to run -okay no, speed walk- to his house, I didn't.

He probably needed a bit of time to himself, to deal with whatever was happening. He would've asked me to come over if he needed me, right? I mean, he usually does.

But it's been about two days now and I still haven't heard from him.

I sent him a goodnight text on Thursday before I fell asleep. I couldn't stand not speaking to him anymore.

Anyway, he didn't respond.

I mean ever since we began being friends and up to we started dating, Niall and I have been speaking nonstop.

This sudden deprivation -if I can call it that- is really unsettling.

I tried calling this morning too, multiple times, but it just took me to his voice mail.

No one can even blame me for coming to the conclusion that he's avoiding me.

I'm not even going to lie, it stings. A lot.

I couldn't even be bothered going out today.

Okay so it's not like I'm some sort of social butterfly anyway, but I'm just feeling even more antisocial today. And that's saying something.

Shayna left this morning to go meet up with one of her friends at the mall.

Huh. I'm surprised she even has friends. Who would want to be friend the devil? Pfft.

I've been grumpier than usual and have been loafing around the house ever since that Thursday morning, and call me paranoid, but I swear I saw Shayna smirk at me on multiple occasions.

The fuck is she smirking for?!

Only villains do creepy shit like that. She probably has an evil cackle for when she's alone too.

Come 7pm, I was sitting in the living room, a book on my lap and a cappuccino on the little table beside me. Reading and coffee are my baes okay.

My mom is probably going to be home soon and lose her shit at the fact that there are five mugs (and counting) on the table that I have failed to take back to the kitchen and quite frankly I couldn't be bothered.

We'll cross that bridge when we get to it.

I was getting into an intense part of the book, one hand tightly gripping my mug and the other almost frantically holding the book, when my phone beeped.

The speed at which I dug my phone out from the blanket I was wrapped in was unreal.

Please be Niall, please be Niall, please be Niall, I repeated the words like a mantra in my head.

Disappointment flooded my insides as Nick's name, of all people, popped up on the screen.

I'm really not in the mood for this.

Nick: Redy 4 our d8 2mrw, sweetchks?

Z: Tf are you talking about?