A/N: heya, this story is goin wild and im tryna control it so enjoy this chapter && like + comment please!!
[SOLÁNA]
I hate Wednesdays. Uni is a bitch, and all I want is sleep. Music is drowning out most of my thoughts, as I was in the process of doing my makeup for class. I flatten my skirt and button up with the pads of my fingers with a hum. Running lip gloss over my lips, I purse them together with a sigh. Last night keeps replaying over in my head, and it's annoying the shit out of me. Yesterday was by far the worst day ever. Zayn picked up his car without talking to me, because when I woke up his car was gone. Sadly, I know for sure that I'm in deep shit with him.
All of a sudden, my phone starts ringing, and it's Zayn. I haven't called or texted, but I forgot we both had class today.
"Zayn, hey." I breath, and I can practically hear him thinking on the other line.
"Sol, hey. I'm gonna pick you up for Uni. We need to talk." And the line went dead. At this point, melting would be better than talking out the situation.
I then grab my keys, charger, headphones, and gum. A class necessity. Of course, along with pens and a few notebooks.
After tidying up my room, I spray air freshener over my bed and sigh. His cologne is still here. I bite the inside of my cheek, and shut my eyes momentarily. Sol, fuck Harry. He ain't shit. You'll be fine. As much as I tell myself that, somewhere deep down, I know it's not true. What a fucking shithead.
A car horn knocks me out of my thoughts. I look outside of the window, and I can see Zayn's car parked behind mine. Here goes nothing. Don't fuck up, don't fuck up, don't fuck up. I let out a shaky breath while licking my lips. I stuff my phone in my bag, and take as much time as I can walking down the stairs. When I walk out, I can practically feel Zayn's eyes burning holes in me.
Locking the door behind me, my feet pad down the driveway and toward the passenger seat. Hesitantly, I slide into the passenger seat and drop my bag on the floor. I don't even want to look at him, if I'm honest. But before I could say anything, he tilts my chin up and forces me to look at him. His eyes are in slits as his jaw is clenched, and his eyes have dark bags under them. No sleep.
"Solána, what happened last night?" It came out aggressively and I shudder. He sounds so different, but maybe he's angry? He has every right to be. You left remember? I mentally roll my eyes and furrow my eyebrows.
"S-Something came up. Don't take it personal. Okay?" I hum, and he let me go almost immediately and began to pull out of the driveway. No words are exchanged after my comment and my heart rate picks up because of that.
Great way to start off today, Solána. A fucking plus to you.
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Uni, was over, and I couldn't be more thankful. Zayn left, because he was in a shit mood, and didn't wait for me. Now, here I am, trying to call everyone I possibly know for a ride. Nobody is available, which is extremely fucking convenient. The last person to call his Harry, and my heart beats faster as my eyes scan his name in my phone. Chewing my bottom lip, I press call and hold on to my ear. My heart is beating so loud I'm not surprised if my damn professor can hear it. The line clicks and I suck in a breath.
