Run away// C.H. (NEW STORY)

0.7

Zoe's pov

I had just woken up, and I was, currently, lying in bed, staring at the ceiling.

I guess Calum just woke up, too because he lied in his bed, and whispered, in a raspy voice, "Morning."

"Yeah." was all I said.

"Yesterday, one, really dumb, birdie told me that you do not appreciate the  way I've been acting and you want me to back off," He says.

"Yeah, but that's probably going to be a problem for you, right?" I told him.

"I'm sorry that I was mad, but, in my defense, I had a right to be."

"Calum, we've talked about this a bunch of times. I don't like you, in that way, and I'm sorry if that hurts your feelings , but that's how it is."

"Whatever," He gets up, and heads to the bathroom.

I jump when I hear my phone ding.

It was a text from Andre.

Andre: I miss you. Can I pick you up later, and spend the day with you?

Me: Hm. Idk. Maybe if we eat first, I'll spend the day with you.

Andre: Will some Denny's do the trick?

Me: Denny's will always do the trick :)

Andre: Ahaha. Okay. I'll be there in an hour ;)

I smile and put my phone back on the charger.

I notice that Calum is out of the bathroom, and rush in, before anyone else decided to go in.

I brush my teeth, wash my face, and proceed to do my makeup.

I got to my room and looked through my clothes, trying to figure out what to wear.

I just ended up putting on white jeans, a beige, short sleeve, long, shirt, with my adidas superstars.

I decided to cover my frizzy hair with a beige bucket hat.

By the time, I was done getting ready, Andre was here.

I left the room, and walked to the door.

"Where are you going?" Ashton asked.

"Out," I say, before leaving.

"Damn," Andre mutters, as I get into the car.

"What?" I strap on my seat belt.

"You look hot," He smirks.

"Shut up," I laugh.

He laughs, before he turns the car on and starts to drive.

"Do you listen hip hop?" He randomly asks.

"Yeah," I shrug.

Hip hop, and alternative are the only genres that I listen to. Ashton was the one that got me into alternative, but I had always liked hip hop.

"Who do you listen to?" He looks at me, for a split second, before focusing on the road again.

"My favorites are Migos, Tory Lanez, Bryson Tiller, Chris Brown, Travis Scott, Kehlani, and many more," I tell him.

He quickly grabs the aux cord, "You're totally allowed to use this."

I laugh, and take it from him.

I play Tory Lanez first, since his album had just come out, and it was the only album I agreed to listen to right now.

Watching Andre dance and sing, horribly, was hilarious, and made me like him even more.