got lightning in a bottle || n.h au

twenty five

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× Zahraa ×

Numb.

That's all I was at the moment.

Numb.

It was as though reality hadn't sunken in yet, as if this was all just a terrible dream that I would wake up from in a few minutes.

The realistic, more like pessimistic, side of me knew better though.

I was curled up in a ball on my bed, staring at the wall but not really seeing it. The wall was almost like a screen and on it my mind was projecting the events of the last three days. From Satan's popcorn fight with Niall, to the angry and defeated look Niall gave me as he ordered me out of his house.

How did it all go so wrong, so quickly.

My mind was a mess, what with me thinking of where Niall possibly got the story of me being into Nick, to how broken and shattered he looked when I was at his house earlier.

It hurt me so much to see him look the way he did. Does.

All I wanted to do was pull him into a giant hug and pepper kisses all over his face until he felt better.

But I think what really hurt the most, was the fact that he thought so little of me to think that I'd play him like that. With Nick of all people.

That flipping Dingus? Come on.

No offence, Nick, but no.

Speaking of Nick.

The text he sent me yesterday, I think it's connected to the assumption that Niall has.

But how? I swear to the heavens if this idiot told Niall nonsense, I will personally fuck him up.

Dark Zahraa is rising.

Should I be worried?

Maybe later.

As of now, there are more pressing matters at hand.

I'll be damned if I let the boy of my dreams get away without a fight.

I rolled towards my bedside table and stretched my hand out to grab my phone.

I scrolled down my contact list until I got to Nick's contact.

Z: Nick, meet me at the little café at the corner Jameson Ave. And Maltese Road?

Nick: Oh hey, I ws just gnna txt u abt our d8. Beat me 2 it I c.

Z: This isn't a date Nick. I just really need your help. You're the only one that can help me at this point. Please.

Nick: Ths sounds srs. I'll b ther in 10. Kwl?

Z: Yeah that's okay. Thank you.

Nick: No prob.

Nick was my only hope at this point. I just really hope he could give me the answers I so desperately searching for.

* * *

I sat at a corner table sipping on my half full cappuccino with whipped cream, willing Nick to hurry the fuck up and arrive.

What? The fact that I was well on my way to possibly dying of a broken heart and even worse, Niall deprivation, didn't mean I couldn't treat myself to something nice.