the Bradford Bad girl

PART 20

“dork dork he’s nothing but a dork.” I groaned .

It was kind of cold outside . but it was a nice weather , I loved it . smooth .

I started walking just around the garden .

“ I love it . you look so cute  when you’re mad at me.” Someone , behind my  house’s door whispered.

“wh what?’ I turned nervously and found Zayn . a huge smirk was playing across his lips .

“hello Oumi.” He leaned towards me .

“hi. What do you want it’s already .. 6:30 . you’re late. What a ..”

“ I was here at4:00pm . hum wait up…..the reality is … I’m often near your house . anyway I wanted to ..talk to you.”

“you are often near my house ! why??! ”

I exclaimed.

“Oumi , I told you .. that day . I think you didn’t believe me.”

He grabbed my hand and smiled weakly .

I looked at our hands and glanced at him : “ seriously Zayn?”

I pulled slowly his hand  away from mine and started walking .

He followed me quickly :” Oumi I’m here to ask you if you want to .. you know I accepted to go to those audition and …”

“and you should go .” I finished.

“ and I want you to accompany me.”

“to the ..auditions?” I stuttered .

Herolled up his sleeves and whispered : ‘ well yes . you. I mean you *discovered* me if u want . and I want YOU to accompany me. Because without you , I cannot go to those .. auditions”

I froze instantly, he  wanted me to accompany him. Why? Maybe because he’s too insecure and he did it just for me? Or maybe because he wanted to … joke? IT CANNOT BE A JOKE. He didn’t laugh at me ages ago.

“I .. I don’t know I need to think Zayn I need to …” I managed to say , but he interrupted me suddenly

“Oumayma , it’s …this Sunday. Please say yes.”

“Zayn…..” I stared at him for a while , speechless . then , I don’t know why , but a ‘ no.’ came out my mouth .

‘no . sorry no . Bye now.” I whispered then slapped the house’s door without letting him the chance to answer.

He’s not  the dork I’m the dork .

I jumped in my bed and  put my pillows around me , then cried silently : I’m a dork . I ………. That night , I realized that .. I love Zayn Malik.

The days after , I didn’t see Zayn , during the week end . But when Monday came , I found him , sitting on a bench near school , with his friends . I wanted to ask him if they accepted him in that freaking audition so badly . but I couldn’t . when the math session came , he  sat beside me , but we didn’t talk . I just wanted to tell him ‘ did they accept you?’ but  I was scared and worried . what if he laughs at me again? After what I did . I’m a dork . when the art session came , I knew the verdict .

The art teacher smiled :’So Zayn how was that audition?”

“ I didn’t go .” Zayn replied coldly .

The *Bam* , awkward silence .

“you didn’t go?  You have a gold voice . WHY U DIDN’T?” the art  teacher and all the students were looking at him .

“ because I . bbb because I needed someone to support me . to help me , to come with me . to stay with me . but that person doesn’t care . sorry for being rude sir but ..THAT PERSON DOESN’T GIVE A F*** BOUT ME .” he almost screamed .

“ooooooooooooooooh” the whole class shouted .

I looked down . yes was going to laugh at me again , like he did , I saw it coming .

“can you please tell us who’s that person ?” the teacher asked  after calming down the whole class

“ I ..i cannot say the name sorry sir . because this person means the world to me . I don’t wanna hurt that person.”

The teacher shrugged : “ I f I found *that person* I’d certainly tell him or her that she or he is a dork and he aor she is nothing compared to you Malik. Anyway let’s carry on…”

I don’t know why but I felt like a had a lump in my throat . GUILT.

- I’m a dork.

- I need to show him

- I need to tell him

- I need to tell him that I LOVE HIM.

- I cannot support it anymore .

- I love him so MUCH.

 That’s how I spent my night , listening to some love songs and thinking .. just thinking . TOMORROW WILL BE GOLD. I WILL TELL HIM THE TRUTH THE WHOLE TRUH.Consequences? I don’t care .

When I woke up , I started being really nervous , I prepared EVERYTHING during the night . my speech , my cloths .. everything .

I wore something cute but I felt ugly . I felt NERVOUS.

I fixed my hair and went downstairs .

‘ mom I’m going somewhere.’ I waved at her and left the house .

“hun u didn’t take your breakfast !” she shouted.

“ no need I’m busy!” I screamed and looked at myself on the mirror .

“ omg those shoes..” I groaned and went upstairs to change up again . I was STRESSED.

When I finally found the  right outfit , I ran to Zayn’s house , I totally remember it . I went there many times .

“knock knock.’ I took a deep  breath  and knocked on the door .

Zayn’s mom came : ‘ hello ……Oumi !’’

‘hi . where is Zayn please?’’

‘OMG you didn’t know it??  I don’t know why he refused to go to those auditions …”

“just tell me please.’ I smield because I knew it : if she starts talking , she will never stop .

Zayn’s gone now , he’s in London . for the last XFactor audition . I forced him haha , he tarvelled with his dad . if they accept him , he will stay there . aww pray with my lil baby !”

My  purse fell . *shocked. * he’s gone …….

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