Unspoken

Chapter 17

"What the hell did you do Zayn?!" I shout at the broadly grinning dick in front of me. Harry and the Head left 5 minutes ago and I have been screaming at Zayn from the second they left.

"Zayn! Is he in trouble?!"

"I told Mr.Dickinson that Harry trashed the place in a 'rage' and that he should be kicked out of this class" he makes quote marks loosely with his fingers as he reflects on what he told Mr Dickinson. I'm so pissed at Zayn. Harry obviously had a moment of weakness and lashed out, just like I do at home. Did.

Hopefully I'm not as terrifying as Harry though, otherwise I have to apologise extensively to my mum. Harry did frighten me, and I get why Zayn is annoyed and he has created a huge mess, but Zayn has no sympathy. He's cold blooded and his stoic persona scares me more than the destructive behaviour of Harry.

I jump out of my skin when I hear the bell. Surely it hasn't been a full hour? Now I have lunch and have to regurgitate this whole lesson to Indi, Roz and Sam so I can see their opinion on it. Would they agree with me and sympathise with Harry or is that just because I've seen the sweet side to him?

As I pick up my bag, I see small smudges of paint, then I look down.

Holy moly.

How am I going to walk around school looking like a colourful cow?! My clothes are ruined and no amount of washes will get the red from my thin chiffon blouse.

Harry took his bag, so I can't nick a jumper and I'm not asking Zayn. Maybe someone else, one of the quiet ones...

I walk over to the collection of mute people and clear my throat. "Erm...could I borrow someone's jumper or jacket? I'll give it back tonight it's just I-"

"Here," a jacket is thrown to me from the small crowd and I don't know who threw it. It's checkered red and black... Oh no...

Everyone disperses except one muscular guy. He's very attractive up close, the same beanie from this morning still perching on his head. How did he kept stand out before? "Hey, this yours?" I ask, well aware of the answer.

"Yeah, you can borrow it. He kind of ruined your clothes" the boy replies. His voice is deep and raspy. I like it.

"Sorry I'm Naomi, you are-"

"Liam Payne."

His smile is affectionate but his body is far from it. Those muscles could snap me in two if I'm not careful, but god they are so good. The vest top he's wearing barely covers his broad shoulders but who's complaining? I feel guilty taking his clothing when he owes me nothing, but he will surely be fine.

"I swear you're the boy from this morning. You walk my way right?" I question and he grins.

"Yeah that's me, I live down Epping Drive. Number 87. We should walk together tonight?" He offers, and i'd love to. It's just I'd rather have frozen yoghurt with my girl friends. Or would I?

"I'm not sure if I'm walking tonight, but if I am I'll catch you up"

We are slowly exiting the Art rooms, and are now in the deserted corridor. I think I have to go to left, and judging by where he's standing, he has to go right. "Bye! And thankyou it's really warm!" I wave, slipping his furry, warm jumper over my arms and zipping it up to cover my vibrant blouse.

"Bye!" He cheers happily. What a friendly fellow.

Now if only I had a Harry to walk me to my locker. To annoyingly take me back to where I clumsily stumbled into him. To subtly flirt with as we walk side by side. But I don't. He's getting a lecture about his actions and possibly excluded.