All To Myself [one direction]

Chapter 20

Three days had passed since that day. And there wasn't a day that went by that I didn't fantasie of having Zayn's enticing lips upon mine again. I watched as the rain trickled down the window of my room; I heard Monroe's exciting muttering next to me, but I admit that I never listened to a thing she said. My mind was far away, in a moment I knew I wanted to experience again.

In the back of my head, I knew I should have felt some sort of regret or abasement because it was so unlink myself. But as I pictured the way, Zayn's tongue traced the outline of my lip and the way he ignitied every sense in my body, I simply couldn't help to feel a rush of excitement inside me. Not even Michael had made me feel like that!

"Dion!" A pillow thrown at my face rushed me back to the present and I blinked away the memories. "You're day-dreaming about him, aren't you?" A laugh escaped her before hitting me with the pillow yet again. "You cheeky little bugger, you."

"I don't know what you're talking about-" I refused to give Monroe the satisfaction she wanted and instead I got up and went over to my desk. I knew it may have been a mistake in kissing and telling, since now all Monroe did was talk about that! I knew I had to learn how to stop making Monroe get what she wanted all the time, but I was such a pushover. I couldn't help it.

"I can't wait to see what Cher's face is going to be like when-"

"Don't you dare tell anyone, Monroe!" I snapped as I warned her. I didn't want further attention from the school, as those hating eyes and resentful whispers were already enough.

"But-"

"No!" I reminded her, and as she sarcastically zipped her mouth and threw away the key. After a moment, I sighed loudly and opened the drawer to take out all my revision papers and sat down on the seat.

"Don't tell me you're going to revise, now?" I should have be frank and say that my mind was still preoccupied with other thoughts, but I knew that fantasising wasn't going to get me the A* that I wanted. So, I had to focus.

"I don't see why not," I said and started reading through my Chemistry notes. I found that I had to re-read the sentences at least four times until I understood what I was reading, because my mind was still fighting against thinking about any other thing.

"Oh my gosh, if that was me, I would make sure every living soul on this planet knew about what had happened. If I could inform the dead too, I would, just incase the other side needed to know!"

I couldn't help but laugh at her, it was cute the way she fangirled about the boyband, and how in her mind everything was so simple. I wished I was more care-free like her. But in some respect, I kind of was that three days ago. I mean, I did end up kissing a boyband member. And it was my offering to continue the act.

As the memory entered my mind again, I felt myself flush from embarrassment. What had come over me? I certainly wasn't falling for him. Or was I?

I shook my head, trying to convince myself that I wasn't. Concentrate, I thought to myself.

"Oxidation is the loss of electrons by a substance during a chemical reaction," I read aloud as I breathed. But my mind had suddenly picked up on a thought that wasn't so easy to dismiss. No, I was not falling for Zayn Malik. Sure, my body felt ignited at his touch but that was simply because he was attractive. Very attractive, in that regard.

Oh, Dion, what has gotten into you? I thought to myself again.

"Oxidation is the loss of electrons by a substance during a chemical reaction-" I repeated again.

"And the substance which accepts these electrons is called the oxidising agent, we get it." Monroe continued as she huffed and laid back in bed. "Can we please not revise now? Let's talk about Zayn," and just as she said that my phone started to vibrate, and I saw how her face lit up as though Christmas came early. 

"Answer it!" She yelled and screamed like a loonatic. 

I felt concerned for her; I couldn't help but think about how she would react if she was in my place. I was pretty sure she would have fainted like she had done so before. Or worse...

"Monroe, control yourself please." And as I said those words and held the phone in my hands, I knew was trying to stick to my own advice as well.

I swiped the screen nervously, and brought the phone to my ear.

"Hello?" I asked like I didn't know who was at the other end of the line. Monroe was flailing her arms around, and I tried hard to ignore her.

"Hey Dion, how are ya babe?" He asked, and even though he wasn't anywhere near me, I still felt a thrill of shivers shoot across my body as his voice rang in my ears.

My head was trying to concentrate, sending quick messages to my brain to stay focus and hold it together, but my mind and body were just concentrating on the fact he had called me "babe".

"You okay?" He repeated after my silence, and I quickly snapped out of my overreaction and said yes. "I was literally just wondering, I mean if you're not doin' anythin' of course-"

"Put it on speaker," Monroe begged me quietly as she held on to my arm. I tried to shake her off, but she wouldn't let go.

"So what do you say?" Zayn's voice was slightly shaky but I knew he tried to remain adamant as he expected an answer to the question I had not heard.

"Sorry Zayn-" I began, but my words may have been interpreted wrongly as I heard him exhale loudly on the other end, his voice seemed beaten.

"I understand- I thought you may be busy, like I said; I was just wondering..."

"What? Oh, no-" then I realised that he may have probably asked me out again, so I let out a nervous short laugh before adding, "it's just that Monroe- let go off me! - sorry, I missed your question..." Monroe had finally let go off me, but sat attentively watching my every move almost like a therapist.

"Oh right!" A laugh vibrated against my ear, a beautiful low sound that made my stomach twitch. "Dion, would you let me take out this afternoon?"

A smile quickly found its way upon my lips, making my cheeks redden and my heart to flutter.

"One sec," I quickly answered and then held my palm over the speaker. "Monroe, get out!"

"What did I do?!" She beamed, her eyes widening, ready for battle.

"Just get out!" I emphasised again and held my meaningful stare, not backing down this time.

"Ugh!" She moaned as she swung her feet off my bed and dragged them out of my room, before slamming the door shut.

I stared at the shut door for a couple of seconds, trying to compose myself. Zayn wanted to see me again! I couldn't get that idea round in my head, let alone out of it. My hands were shaking, but my smile was broadening.

I brought the phone back against my ear and breathed before speaking, "sorry, about that, my friend, you know..." I knew he knew about Monroe's over excitement to everything to do with them, so I expected him to understand without explaining the situation.

"I know," he laughed shortly and then paused bringing my mind back to the anticipated answer.

"And yes." I added quickly, not thinking about the worries I may have, or the concerns of how to act around him. My head was screaming to agree, and I felt as soon as I had said 'yes' a lump of excitement get caught in my throat.

"Sick!" He added, perhaps too quickly than he may have liked; but that just made me ease slightly since it reminded me we were both as nervous as each other.

"Well, I'll see you later then, gorgeous." And he closed the line, leaving me wide-eyed and my heart racing at the same speed as the butterflies in my tummy began to arise.

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