Look Into My Eyes (A 1D Fan Fic)

Chapter 4- Meeting the Girls

*Katherine's POV*

'If you are part of the group setting up for the last open mic today, please go down to the library.' Mrs. Rofman announced over the PA with her nasally voice. Looks like I was missing half a period of calculus, also. Fine by me!

I headed up to the library, searching for my two blonde friends. I spotted them speaking to a a guy with his hair spiked up into a quif. Zayn. I walked over the them and teased, 'Aren't you supposed to be setting up for the band, not fraternizing with them?'

Zayn winked at me saying 'Its all good, love. The attention here is great.'

I smirked at his flirtatious nature and began pulling the girls away.

'Wait!' Zayn called out to me. 'I still don't know your three names' he said with a wink.

What a cheeky boy, I thought silently. With a grin, I said, 'For a guy with a girlfriend you are quite the flirt.'

He faked surprise and said 'What? Me? No!'

I laughed and Lisa whispered to me, 'i thought we weren't to be flirting'

I rolled my eyes and told Zayn, 'My name is Katherine.' The others introduced themselves. 'Now we actually have work to do,' I said to him, emphasizing the actually.

'Hey I have work to do to! Getting all prettied up takes work!' he whined to me.

With one more eye roll, my girls and I walked away.

'If you keep doing that you're eyes will stay that way or fall out!' Zayn called out to me, earning another eye roll that he couldn't see. Who would've thought a teenage guy could be such a pain?

We went off to Mr. Reilly, who was giving instructions to some other kids from my English class. After me and Lisa being assigned to sound check, and Richelle to the instrument placement, we separated. Lisa and I headed to the back of the 'stage' and we halted when we heard voices around the corner from us.

'I don't care what Paul said! I've practiced enough! I just want to find out that girl's name!' I heard a British accented voice exclaim. It sounded like Harry, but I wasn't too sure.

'Hazza,' yep I was right, an Irish accented voice started, must be Niall, 'Paul is going to get pissed if you don't follow his instructions.' Niall calmly told Harry.

'Who cares? It's killing me only calling her 'the brunette' or 'that girl'.

'Just wait til after the performance, then you can do whatever you want!' Niall huffed out, clearly getting angry.

Harry sighed. 'Fine but I'll be looking for her during the performance, so don't blame me if I fuck up.'

Niall, with a chuckle, said, 'I wouldn't dare think of it.'

Lisa and I stayed against the wall for a bit longer until we heard the boys footsteps grow fainter. I peeked around the corner and the coast was clear.

'What girl do you think they were talking about?' Lisa asked me as we went to the sound check room.

'I could guess just as well you right now,' I said in response, pondering who this mystery girl is that could get Harry so wound up.

Then a thought entered my mind. He probably liked this girl, since he was so determined to figure out her name. A churning in my chest interrupted my thoughts, and I knew what is was for. Jealousy for that brunette that stole Harry's heart. Why I would ever think I could be with a famous boy band member, I don't know. This heat is really making me doubt my sanity.

I chewed on my lip absently, and not after long, blood flooded my taste buds. Lisa looked at me in worry, seeing as I only bit my lip this viciously when something was seriously bothering me.