Carter’s POV:
“I know I fucked up but how much longer can you ignore me? I know you like me. I bet you love me even. Don’t you?” Zayn hums against my ear his voice ringing throughout me and replaying in my head.
“No…no I don’t” I say weakly.
“Yes you do Carter I know you do. You wish it was me and you not you and Niall. Don’t you?” he attempts again my breathing becoming irregular. I feel light headed – he makes me lightheaded.
“I love Niall”
“Bullshit”
“I do” I continue to lie; his hands wrap around my waist.
“Stop loving him then”
“It doesn’t work that way Zayn – you don’t even like me back”
“So you do like me?” his lips press against my cheek and I suck in a breath.
“I didn’t mean it like that”
“I think you did”
“I didn’t”
“You did, didn’t you?”
I stay silent and instead just nod slowly.
“I like you back” he says pressing my short body against his hard chest “I love you even”
“I love you t-“
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“Carter wake up baby, it’s almost time for class” Niall says shaking me awake.
“What?”
Of course it was a dream.
“Class baby, remember? That thing we go to almost every day?”
“Right yeah”
“Everything okay princess; you seem a little off. How’d you sleep?”
“Fine” I grumble and step from the bed. I look over at Tanner’s bed and wonder where she could be – with Zayn probably.
“You should put on a little more makeup today.” Niall comments from the doorway while I brush my hair.
“Why?”
“I like you better with it on – plus your bags are showing a lot more than usual. It doesn’t look natural”
“Oh”
“Not to be rude baby”
“You never mean to be” I mumble and squint in the mirror at myself.
Would Zayn comment on the bags under my eyes? Would he even notice?
He doesn’t care about me in general, so why the hell would he care about the bags under my eyes?
“What are you wearing?” Niall asks coming back in from the bedroom fully clothed in a dark blue t-shirt and blue jeans. Looking clean cut and fresh – like always.
“Just a sweatshirt and leggings I think” I reply while dabbing on a little more foundation than usual.
“Typical, why can’t you dress up like other girls baby? I mean you look great all natural but you look even better dressed up. How does that sound? Maybe people will take you more seriously”
“More seriously?”
“Let’s be real baby nobody in our English class actually listens to what you have to say – no matter how good your poetry and writings are.” He continues and I stare at him while he brushes his teeth.
