The Girl In Love With Milk Tea

Confrontation

Zayn

I had been embarrassed. 

It was the ultimate humiliation. 

Could I take it? No, no  I couldn't. 

I didn't know how to approach her - she was goofy, beautiful and different and seeing me look like an idiot in the supermarket at midnight could have made her think of me differently. 

Not different good - differently bad and did  I want her to think of me bad? No, I didn't want her to have the wrong expression. 

She had been avoiding me the whole day, she thought I didn't notice her do the tuck and roll to hide from the first-year student who looked awfully a lot like me, I had let out a chuckle - muffled it with my hands as I didn't want to get caught looking at her. 

I had waited until the end of the day to approach her - hoping the awkwardness would have disappeared because I wanted to hash out the uncomfortable air around us. 

I placed my hands on her shoulder and swivelled her around, her shocked face was priceless I wanted to burst out laughing but I kept it - acting tough. 

She took a step back, stumbling over a rock and was about to tumble backwards but  I reached out and grabbed her and steadied her. 

I looked at her, her white t-shirt stuck to her body, the black overall she had on made her look like she was a teenager again, her raven locks pulled into two space buns and her black and white Vans that was something she had always worn. 

Her cardigan was hanging from her backpack and she cleared her throat to get rid of the uneasiness she felt. 

"Hi?" She trailed off, making it sound like a question. 

"Hello," I replied with a monotonous voice to scare her. 

She pushed her glasses up her nose as it slid down to the tip of her button nose, her eyes held worry, "Alright mate, I never saw you yesterday - definitely not in a pink apron holding a toddler, I didn't even go to the supermarket at exactly midnight..." She rambled on, speaking so fast he had to focus on her plump lips to understand what she was saying. 

I decided not to scare her and let out the laugh I was holding back, it spilt out of my mouth as soon as she tried to make it seem like she had not been to the supermarket at midnight when I knew it was her who had seen me. 

She stopped, confused, shocked and let out a nervous giggle that sounded like an angel. 

I finally stopped laughing and she still looked at me like I'm an alien and I wouldn't disagree that thought as I never laughed in front of people - only with Jason who is my best friend. 

"I just came over here to tell you that I don't care that you saw me in my pink apron with Carson at all," I finally replied, breathless from laughing excessively. 

"Oh?" She replied, sounding baffled. 

"In that case, cute apron chap," she replied excitedly, it was refreshing to see a girl who was genuine- who isn't acting fake. 

I scratched my neck, embarrassed even though I had told her that I don't mind that she saw me like that.

She had been rambling again for the past ten minutes and I didn't know how to stop her. 

Kiss her.