Zayn’s P.O.V
The moment I shook her hand I felt something tingle in my stomach, fuck but I couldn’t tell what it was, so I brushed it away. Vanessa was fucking beautiful, her eyes were the first thing that caught my attention. I’ve never seen anybody’s eyes this shade of blue, they almost looked white, but in their own beautiful way. Through out the whole tour I wasn’t really paying attention to what she would point out, or to what she was saying, I just couldn’t take my eyes off of her. Until she noticed me starring, I just played it off by saying that she’s growing a pimple below her jawline, and she should pop it already because it’s disturbing. I know shitty move, but I didn’t want her thinking I was a creep. But as soon as I said those words I regretted them right away, I saw her eyes fill up with hurt, but she brushed them away like if it was nothing. She pulled her hair in front of her face to cover up the little pimple that wasn’t even noticeable.
“Shit, I didn’t mean what I said I just….” I started off,
Vanessa’s P.O.V
Did he just say that? How could he jerk and mention one of my insecurities, like if it was nothing! I know I grow that pimple there every year, along with one on my noise but that was really uncalled for. He should know girls by now, I mean what kind of jerk comes up to a girl and tells her she’s growing a pimple, and that she should pop it, because its “Disturbing” him?!
“Oh so now you didn’t mean to? Seriously? Zayn just save it, for someone who actually cares about your lies!” I don’t know why I’m yelling now, but I just start to walk off to the nearest bathroom I could find, knowing that he wouldn’t come in.
Once I hear his footsteps walking behind me, I start to run until I finally make it to the bathroom. I closed the door and went over to the mirror and saw that my makeup smeared, I didn’t even notice that I was crying. I fill like a crybaby, just like I was in my young years. As I was thinking about that and fixing my makeup, the door opens, but I don’t bother to cover up, every girl in this school comes in here crying about either a breakup or something stupid, for instance like me.
That was until I heard an accent that I would now recognize from anywhere.
“Vanessa, babe I didn’t mean what I said, I just got caught up with my words.”
He. Called. Me. Babe. I felt butterfly’s flutter up in my stomach, but brushed away once I remembered why I was in here crying in the first place.
I felt the adriliean start to pick up, “Zayn get out now! Your so stupid, and a jerk Your just like any other player I’ve ever met!!” he looked hurt with my words but, at the moment I really didn’t care.
“ Fine! You know what your just a fucking waste of my time! And a waste of space! Your going nowhere in life, but fucking bloody Hell!” he yelled at the top of his lungs, I felt the urge to slap him right now, or cry for what he said to me, or go to him and hug him, and tell him I was sorry. I let my angry emotions take over and did something I knew that I was going to regret afterwards.
