Make Me Believe.

Chapter 8

The days that passed were pretty boring. They were so long and I hated the routine. All the girls at school were asking me questions. How did I meet Harry, if I was going out with Harry, if I could give their numbers to Harry. Once, a girl got dared by her friends to push me and tell me that I was a bitch that stole Harry from her. Jake protected me that day, though I didn't really need it. I know I said I needed to return to the quietness of my life, but now all I wanted to do was to go back to the crazy, eventful, even a little dangerous life One Direction lived. I wanted to be part of their lives and do everything with them. I didn't admit it, not even to Eva, but I missed them and couldn't wait until Friday.

All I could think about was Harry, the way he almost kissed me at 6 in the morning, and when he let go when I told him it'd be my first kiss. Maybe he just didn't want to mess with a virgin... I called him everyday, and we talked about anything, usually for almost an hour. It wasn't awkward like I expected it to be, he actually acted like he never tried to kiss me. It was frustrating in a way, because I needed to understand what it meant. To him, obviously. Though I didn't know what it meant to me either.

I also texted all of the boys a lot. Behind his mysterious personnality, Zayn was a fun and outgoing guy. You could have a really interesting conversation about anything with Louis. Niall was just adorable, and Liam was caring, always looking out for you. Harry, well, he was Harry. Cheeky yet loving, and hot yet cute.

On Friday, I was eating lunch with Jake. Eva wasn't there, she didn't even bother to come to school. We weren't talking. When that girl pushed me, I had to tell him what that was about. We were pretty distant since I told him I was hanging out with One Direction. I took my phone out, hoping someone had texted me. 

Who am I kidding ? I was hoping Harry had texted me.

"Em" Jake said after a while. "You've changed."

I know I did. Harry changed me, I was a different girl now. In three days, he made me go through different things that marked me. The dark hallway, the night I slept in his arms, the almost kiss Monday morning. These moments, as unimportant they probably seem to him, they were graved in my mind forever. And to be honest, I couldn't wait until we had another moment like these.

"In a bad or good way ?" I asked.

He doesn't reply. I raise an eyebrow, still waiting.

"Bad." He almost snapped.

I look at him. Why ? What did I do ?

"When you told me you were hanging out with them... I've seen those pictures, Emily. The one where you're unconscious and he's holding you in his arms. The one where he's laying on the ground in some mall and you're practically laying on him. I saw the tweets you exchanged with the winky faces. I can tell you're thinking differently now. You would never have done that, a week ago. What is it in him ? What is it that changes you like that ?" He says.

I open my mouth to reply, but close it before I say something I'll regret. He's right. I changed a lot. I would slap a guy if he tried to kiss me before, if not kick him where it really hurts.

"I'm sorry. I.. I don't know."

I get up and get out of the cafeteria. That's when the secretary talks in the speakers. I listen, since they don't usually pass messages at lunch time. Half of the school is outside anyway.

"Attention please, Emily Blake is asked to present herself at the secretary's office, I repeat, Emily Blake at the secretary's office, thank you."

What ? What did I do now ? Why does my life have to be so complicated ?  

Jake probably hates me and now I'm in trouble. Great.

I grab my bag from my locker and head for the secretary's office, hoping it's not too bad. I knock and someone tells me to come in.