Summer's Kiss (Larry Stylinson)

Summer's Kiss ; Chapter 10

"Zayn!" I enthused, upon entering the lobby, before proceeding towards him, for once I realise I never actually had a chance to admire the scenery of the lobby.

On my left and my right, the plotted plants stand prominently, the glistening lighting from above cause them to emit a vibrant colour of green. In the heart of the lobby is a minute water fountain filled with crystal clear water and old pennies scattered across its aqua bottom. Upon further investigation, the lobby is lined with more plants, the reservation desk, and three clerks dressed in mahogany vests and white undershirts nearly hidden by their computers. 

I found my nose crinkling at this, why hadn't I noticed this at all? My heart lurched as soon as it dawned upon me that every time I was present here was when Louis was with me. 

"Earth to Harry!" Zayn called, shoving his hand in my face, abruptly diverting my attention from my thoughts.

"What?" I muttered, as my gaze fell casually upon him. This earned me a round of laughter from Zayn, as he continued to stare at me, bemused.

"Oh! I'm sorry!" I squeaked, as reality struck me repeatedly. All this while, he had been standing there and yet I had blatantly chose not to acknowledge his presence.

"It's okay. So..." Zayn began, but instantly found his sentence falling short as he didn't know how to continue. I suppressed the laughter which had conveniently pilled in my throat.

"Where are you from?" I asked, purely intrigued as to where he could attain such perfect bronze skin, complimented with such good features. He was just so freaking pretty! I groaned internally, as I realised within the short span of time I had spent with him, I had managed to develop a crush on this boy.

"Naw, is someone interested in me?" He teased, nudging me slightly. Almost as if on cue, I felt my face colour as he tried to stifle his laughter but to no avail.

"Don't flatter yourself, Zayn." I managed to cough out, which made him laugh even harder. I shot him a glare, which instantaneously put a halt to his guffawing.

"Sorry." He murmured, his gaze softening as he looked intently at me. My heart rate sped up at this as his eyes bored into my soul. I merely shook my head, shooting him a slight smile reassuring him that it was fine. 

"So you're gay huh?" Zayn blurted out, but as soon as those words escaped from his mouth, his eyes widened as he clamped his mouth shut. Just as he could apologise profusely for his sudden outburst of inquiry, I found myself saying the words I could never admit to anyone.

"Yeah, I'm gay." I whispered, burying my head into my hands. I couldn't comprehend my actions at all. I barely knew this boy, but yet I was willing to bestow my biggest secret on him without a second thought.

I mentally smacked myself for acting so impulsively! What if he went around spreading it? What would people think? Shit! I shouldn't have done it! I am going to die! Tears began springing to my eyes, as all these horrific illusions began bombarding my mind. I didn't know how long I stood there in that position, but as soon as I forced my eyelids open, my entire surroundings had changed.