Undeniable | n.h DISCONTINUED

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

.•°•.•°•.•°•.•°•.•°•.

Sky's POV

***

After my mini fangirling session was over, I rinsed my face off with cold water and was in the middle of drying it off when I hear a light tap on the door.

"Skylar are you in there?" I hear Zayn's voice ask me through the door. I finish wiping off my face and swing open the door, causing him to stumble in on me.

"Oh my god I'm so sorry, are you okay?" I frantically asked him, wondering if i can get sued for injuring a pop star.

"Yeah I'm fine. Can I talk to you?" He says, scratching his neck and looking at me with those hazel eyes. Oh gosh.

"Yeah sure."

"Okay follow me."

••••

"The roof?" I gape at him. It was gorgeous up here. You could see the faint glow of the city in the distance, telling my we were more in the suburbs. And the stars, oh gosh. It looked as if someone had

Taken a handful of diamonds and scattered them across a piece of velvet. Absolutely gorgeous. It was warm, but there was a little wind so I wrapped my arms around my waist, hugging myself. Zayn must have noticed because he asked if I was cold. I told him a little and he gave me his hoodie. Once again, such the gentleman.

"So what did you want to talk to me about?" I pull my hair out of the back, carelessly tossing it over my shoulder.

"Niall." he replies bluntly. My cheeks flush as I recount the kiss he and I had shared merely half an hour ago. It surely didn't mean anything to him though, my annoying conscious says somewhere from deep inside of my head. Shut up, I tell her, and look Zayn straight in the eye saying, "What about him?"

He coughs and looks out towards the city. "Well, you can NOT tell him I told you this, or even tell him that you know for that mat-"

"Jesus Christ just tell me already." I groan, interrupting him mid sentence. He glares at me as I give him an apologetic smile then continues.

"As I was saying, or even that you know for that matter. He'd go ape shit on us if he knew one of us had told you."

"Told me what?" I ask. Getting slightly frustrated for not getting answers quickly, i run my fingers through my hair. But they drop as soon as the next words fall from his lips.

"That Niall likes you."

I gasp and cover my mouth with a hand, staring at him in disbelief.

'That Niall likes you'

That one phrase kept tumbling around in my head, not being processed at all. This doesn't make sense. DOES NOT COMPUTE. Why would he like me? He barley even knew me, and besides that I was far from special. I was a little on the short side, had wavy brown locks, and blue eyes. My nose did this weird ass scrunchy thing when I laughed (I hated it, it was very unattractive). My skin wasn't perfect, my nails weren't always painted, they were chipped and in need of a clipping, and I usually wore skinny jeans and a tee shirt. Comfortable clothes.

But he didn't know any of that stuff because he didn't know me. Which is exactly why I'm still sitting here after 2 minutes, gaping at Zayn as if he just told me the world was going to end. My hand had dropped from my mouth a while ago and my eyes were probably as big as plates.

"Are you okay? Like, is this a good or bad reaction for you...?" he finally speaks again, staring at me intently.

I shake my head and close my mouth, but open it again to speak.