Addicted z.m

Chapter 5

Zayn's POV

I stood, leaning against the car, waiting for some kind of movement signaling that she was coming. In the meantime I decided to pull out a cigarette to make time pass.

I guess I had forgotten she was a lot popular than I am. She didn't have as much time on her hands 'cause she had friends to spend it with. I, on the other hand, had too much time. And 90% of that time is spent thinking of her.

Was I actually jealous of the thought of her with Niall?

I had convinced myself that the anger I had felt when I over heard the rumour was just anger towards Niall. I never liked that Irish know-it-all. He was always stuck up and a big-shot. And he was the one that started the rumours about me in the first place.

But, when she told me that the rumours were fake, this odd amout of relief swooped over me. I couldn't have been jealous. Then again I told myself I wouldn't feel for anybody when I moved here and look at me now.

I had made myself numb to any feeling, I created this hard shell for myself. Then in walks this clueless American who somehow tore my walls apart. But it wasn't with force. It was more like they were melting under her touch.

Her touch.

She touched my hand...

That's the most affection anyone had shown me since the whole incident that got me sent here in the first place. I lied to her. I did need her comfort. I wanted it bad, and I didn't even know why.

I still don't know what it is about her that makes me crumble under her words and eyes. I think it's the way she looks into my eyes. She sees more than others when she looks at me. That's why I never look at her when people are close by; I fear I'll say the wrong things...the truth.

As I took my last drag, I heard feet crunching on the gravel, getting louder and closer.

"You know smoking is bad for you?" she called as she made her way in front of me. I noticed she had changed out of her uniform into cut-off shorts and a California Bears t-shirt.

I flicked the cigarette butt away and stuffed my hands in my pockets, meeting her eyes. "I don't need you worrying about my health." I stubbornly said.

She put her hands up in defense. "Sorry. Just a friendly word of advice." she shrugged.

I rolled my eyes. "Are you ready?" I grumbled.

She nodded, smiling wide.

"You didn't tell anyone you were coming did you?" I asked for precautions.

She shrugged. "I have no one to tell."

I nodded before opening the door for her and getting in on the other side. "Oh, I never gave you back your blanket." she reminded.

"Keep it." I shrugged it off. "I never used it anyway."

I saw in the corner of my eye, a smile appear on her lips. She seemed very pleased with my answer, but I wasn't going to question it. If I spoke anymore than simple answers, I'd find myself spilling. And I already told her enough today.

We drove in silence, though I could feel her eyes on me. She always seemed to analyse me, like she was fascinated with every small movement I made. It took all I had not to look at her all day for the past three days.

Only three days...

Not even a week.

It had felt like a whole semester thinking of the small, recent memories of her. I wonder if she ever thought of me as much as I've been thinking about her.