Antisocial [h.s]

[three]

Friendships aren't my forte so when we sat on the grass facing each other I was silent and staring at my hands clad in Liam's sweater he had promised me.

"Shirt's a little big, don't you think?" He asked with a slight chuckle and I nodded.

"That's why I like it, it's also Liam's so it smells homey," I responded, smiling at the sleeves.

"Why exactly do or did you live with Liam's family?" Harry asked curiously.

"Auntie Karen and Uncle Geoff took me in when I was little. I had practically been living there already because that's where I was when I wasn't at school because Liam's always been my best friend and auntie Karen was more of a mum than my own was," I explained, getting off track slightly and then mentally cursing at myself for revealing my mother. "What exactly do you like to do?"

"Boxing, reading, partying, eating and sleeping," he replied and the combination seemed a bit odd in some ways because of the contrast but it was interesting. "What about you? How do introverts spend their time?"

Well at least he thinks I'm an introvert rather than an antisocial freak.

"Sleep, eat, read, fight, sleep, netflix, cuddle with Liam, sleep-"

"Fight?"

"Um, well not like really fight, but um controlled MMA fighting. I-I stopped, though," he doesn't exactly need to know why but oh god why did I agree to this?

"Whoa, tiny fights... Show me a few moves of yours," I looked up at him with my eyebrows scrunched together and then I saw slight admiration in his pretty green eyes.

"Uh, no thank you. I think I have to go now, though, I have some studying I'd like to do," I told him and he frowned as I stood up but he got over it.

"Hangout some other time?" He suggested and I shrugged.

"I-I guess so."

"Okay, well, bye Blake."

"Bye Harry," I chimed and made me way to the pavement and began to board away.

I have a friend. Oh god that's bound to end terribly, my conscience is always so heavy when I do the smallest thing wrong and I know I'm going to screw this up, I always do. He'll end up doing something casual to him but it'll be something I'm uncomfortable with and I'll make a stupid big deal about it and then I'll avoid him and he'll give up on me.

Okay this is why I have such a high dosage for anxiety meds that I should probably take.

I felt my chest tightening as my mind kept going over the fact I sorta have a friend and I quickly got off my board and found a tree to lean against.

Breathe Blake, just breathe.

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I groan as knocks sound at my door and I slide out of bed, dragging myself to the door and opening it simply, revealing Zayn who looked taken aback by my state and then I realized I have no pants on. I began stammering and blubbering but he just ignored it, probably seeing girls in skimpy clothing that covered less than Liam's jumper.

"Is Perrie in here?" He asked and I looked to her empty bed.

I returned my attention to Zayn and I shook my head.

"Zaynie, look who I found in her adorable purple robe," the familiar voice teased.

"Harry, shut up," Perrie groaned and she stopped in front of Zayn and I. "I'm sorry, Blake, I forgot to warn you."

"I-It's o-okay," I mumble awkwardly and make my way into the room and the three follow and it felt like my heart would just fall out of my chest.

"I really admire your pajama trousers, Blake," Harry taunted.