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Theme Song: Alone-Halsey

Why did I let that happen? I walk down the hall to see the the man speaking. Instantly, I froze. Everyone was sitting and listening. How dumb would I look if I walked in the middle of the floor. Harry walked off the stage and I ran across to my table. " Where were you?" Zayn sat up. " I-I was in the bathroom...I had to wash my eyes out and think a little."
   " oh. well you missed pretty boy's speech." Louis spat. " What is so pretty boy about him? his hair is a nice color and its just so...perfect! and those green eyes are lustful even when forced." I dazed dramatically. I quickly snap out and look at them back. " Go write a poem Nialler. Do I dare say his name is a jerk!" Louis said.

" No tell me! he said I'll need it later!" I chirped. " What?" Louis stood and pushed through the crowd. He quickly came to the man I was with in the office. We all jumped up and ran after him. Louis was about to talk but Zayn and Liam got hold of him. We all pulled him back. The man who's name I now know is Harry smirked as he saw me. I shyly blushed. We grab and pull him back to the table. " Louis you cant keep sprawling out on people like you do like a mad man!" Liam snapped. " This man helps pay us!" I growled. " Yeah sorry but Niall you cant be involved with him!?" Louis whispers. I cringed at him but suddenly an image popped in my head.

Harry kissed my lips as he smiled. he took his shirt off so quick. then mine. he then laid me in the bed and hopped on me-

" Niall....Niall....Niall James Horan!!" Liam snaps. I snap out of my daze. "I am not going to be involved with him!" I snap. " He's just fucked up, Niall." Louis looked like he had something to say but didn't want to. "I need some new friends." Zayn grumbled. I gripped the small paper the whole time. And I don't even know why I'm here. With a mysterious man, 3 unsupportive friends, and a crave for love. I feel someone's eyes are on me so I sit up and close my legs. Why do I always get like this. I finally look up to see across the room, Styles.

He ran a hand through his hair licked his lips and stared not listening to a word his father is saying. hell, neither would I. This lasted forever. Until finally, it was over. We said our goodbyes while Zayn and I made an exit. " Come on mate." Zayn groaned as he watched me look around the parking lot. I was looking for Harry. I finally catch up to an annoyed Zayn. We both walked to the Suburban and drove. Zayn slipped his blue Nike's on and exhaled which i found attractive.

He knows im gay. He said theres nothing wrong with it. Zayn was the only one in school who didn't tease me about it. Then he had a football practice and he had 2 other friends, Louis and Liam. I got on the team and people stopped teasing me because i was friends with Zayn Malik.

The schools sexiest guy in school. They really did take a vote. Zayn didn't even know. But i did.
We come up to the house and go in. Today was a long day so I got dressed in grey sweats, white socks and a black tee.

I ruffle my hair out of the brushed way it was and go in the living room and see Zayn on the couch. The flat screen was off and the big window showed city lights. " Zayn do you think people want to see us?" I say and sit on the window seat. Zayn looked over and shrugged. "Whats wrong.." I ask quietly. " It's Perrie...I hate when she's home sick...." He sighed. " She told you?" I ask and sit next to him. Zayn holds up his iPhone and wiggled it. He went back to charging it on the table.

"She'll be okay. She's coming back this summer right?" I put my arm over him. " I guess but its not the same. I miss whispering in her ear." he said with a chuckle. Must be a couple thing. " Oh Zayn....Its Friday! lets do something!" I tried to encourage him. " like what." He asked.
" Hm..we could go out." I suggest.
" where." He asked.
" I dont know but Im pretty sure Liam wouldn't mind coming over." I say.
"I guess.." Zayn agrees.
I rest my head in his lap hoping Liam would come soon.

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