Addicted z.m

Chapter 15

Spencer's POV

"There's another one this weekend," Niall informed.

I laughed. "I think I've had enough partying for a while."

"Suit yourself," he shrugged. "But I'm going."

"Well I hope you have a grand old time." I smiled.

Once we stepped out the back door of the school, we were instantly attacked by a heavy shower of rain.

"Shit." Niall muttered while getting out his umbrella. He opened it up and pulled me closer to him, shielding me from the rain.

"You came prepared," I teased.

"You should be thanking me. We wouldn't want to get you perfectly curled hair wet." He mocked in a girl voice.

"Whatever," I nudged him. "It's natural." I flipped my hair in a playful manner.

"Of course it is," his tone was sarcastic and I nudged him again.

We began laughing as we made it past the bleachers and to the parking lot. It took me two seconds to realise Niall had stopped walking. I turned to look at him. He had one clenched fist and wore a look of shock on his face. I furrowed my eyebrows and looked in the direction of his gaze.

I literally stopped breathing at the sight of that familiar black car and it's accessory of the dark haired boy leaning against it. His hands were shoved in his pockets and he stared at the ground. He hadn't noticed us yet and I wanted to take that advantage to run as fast as I could.

But then he began to lift his head. His eyes met mine instantly as his hair grew extremely wet and touched his forehead.

I felt Niall's hand touch my shoulder and the air I had struggled to grasp onto filled my lungs. "You wanna leave?" He whispered.

I shook my head and, without permission, my feet took steps towards him. Niall's umbrella followed me and I stopped walking by the time I was a couple feet in front of him. I folded my arms and his eyes never left mine.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I questioned, my voice coming out more harsh than intended.

He shifted uncomfortably but didn't speak.

"When did you get back?" I decided to ask.

He cleared his throat. "Last night." He swallowed hard then spoke again. "I thought about stopping by but I figured it was too late. And I thought about picking you up this morning but a five minute ride wouldn't give us enough time to talk."

"And what makes you think she'd want to talk to you?" Niall's voice spoke next to me.

Zayn's eyes averted to Niall and I think he had just realised his presence was there; but ignored it and turned his attention back to me.

"Can we talk?" He begged with his voice and his eyes.

"You have some nerve being here." Niall spat. "Did you think you could just disappear for a month, return, and she'd come running into your arms?!"

"Niall," I begged.

"No! I'm going to tell this son of bitch what he needs to hear."

Zayn looked from Niall, to me, then back to Niall. He didn't seem scared, more annoyed, if anything.

"Spencer," he whispered for me.

I sighed. Niall started going on about how much of a mess I was while he was gone and I found myself absent-mindedly opening the car door and getting in. At the sound of the door closing, Niall stopped talking.