"Styles, can you tell me what the hell is going on?" I asked Harry. After his argument with Zayn, I wanted to know now more than ever what was really going on.
"It isn't the time, (y/n)."
He started to walk away, but I grabbed his hand, "Like hell it isn't. I heard you guys bring up my name and I want to know what about."
He took a deep breath, "Zayn likes you. I keep telling him to back off because you and me have a thing, but he isn't one to listen.
I smirked, "So we have a thing now?"
He pulled me closer, "Well I was hoping on taking you out to dinner tonight to discuss the matter."
"Sorry to cancel on you lover boy, but my parents expect me home at 7." I only had a sort time left with him.
"Let's talk about it now." He suggested. He grabbed my hand and brought me over to his couch. He cleared his throat before speaking. His nervousness was adorable. "Well (y/n), it's obviously that I like you. A lot. I like being around you. You always make me smile and I love your sense of humor and sarcasm. You make me feel like the regular guy I was before all of this."
I smiled, "I like you too, Harry. But--"
Harry groaned causing me to laugh, "But what?"
"But, I think we should just take it slow. Afterall we just met and you are arguing at Zayn, maybe now isn't the right time. I like you a lot. I don't want to rush into things and it become a huge disaster."
He nodded, "I understand. I wouldn't want to mess things up with you. I care about you a lot."
"I do too. Now, I actually need your help with something." I told him.
"With what?" He asked.
"Do you have any books about the Industrial Revolution?"
His confusion was funny.
I was walking into my house at seven o'clock exactly. Harry and I went to the library after our talk. I had two books that I needed and Harry told me to grab another random one. He picked one about menopause. I don't know what the hell was wrong with that kid.
"I'm home!" I yelled to my parents.
"Obviously." I heard a voice say. I recognized it instantly.
"Drake!" I squealed. He came out from the living room and I gave him a huge hug.
"I missed you little sister." He told me.
I smiled, "How is the college life?"
He shrugged his shoulders, "It's been okay. Lots of studying though. I'm very focused on my classes."
I rolled my eyes, "You can cut the crap. I know you've been doing nothing but partying since you've gotten there. Have you forgotten the picture you put on Instagram of the empty beer bottles and kegs?"
He narrowed his eyes at me, "You better not tell them, or I'll be forced to tell them about your little romance with the pop star."
"How the hell did you find out?"
"Some people spotted you with him on campus when you were last there. People have been asking me how my sister knows the No Direction guy." He told me.
I laughed, "It's One Direction, prick. We aren't dating. He and I are just friends." Well for now at least.
"Just be careful. He is famous." Drake warned me. What does his public status have anything to do with this?
I nodded, "Thanks for looking out, Drake."
My mom walked into the room, "Come on guys, dinner is ready." I set my books down and walked into the dining room. Most of the conversation at dinner was focused on Drake. My parents asked him about his classes and he answered like a kiss ass. My phone kept buzzing in my pocket and I knew it was Harry. I couldn't check it though; my parents had a strict no phone at the dinner table policy.
When dinner was over, I was helping my mom clear the table when the doorbell rang.
"(Y/n), would you get the door?" My dad asked me from the kitchen.
"Sure." I called out. I went to the front door and opened it. It was Zayn.
"Zayn, what are you doing here?" I asked him. I looked behind me to make sure my parents weren't around.
"I wanted to see if you wanted to go grab some coffe with me." He smiled. When he smiled, it made me a little skeptical of all of the things Harry was saying. Zayn seemed like a nice guy.
"Uh I'm currently grounded." I told him.
I could hear footsteps coming from behind me, "(y/n)? Who is that?" Great. It was my mother.
"Um it's one of my friends, Zayn." I introduced them. I could tell what my mother was thinking by the look in her eyes. She thought he was gorgeous just like every other woman on the planet. And even a few men.
"Hello, I'm Zayn. It's nice to meet you." Zayn shook her hand and she gave me a quick glance.
"It's nice to meet you too, Zayn. You're obviously here for (y/n). Do you two have plans?" She asked to my surprise.
"Well I did want to take (y/n) out for some coffee or something, but she told me she was grounded." Zayn said.
My mom smiled, "She was, but it's over now. (Y/n) grab your coat and have a nice time."
I was shocked. Damn Zayn and his ability to charm a woman at any age.
