𝐰𝐝𝐰 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 & 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬

nervous › z.h.

i get a little bit nervous around you.
get a little bit stressed out when i think about you.
get a little excited, baby, when i think about you.
talk a little much around you.
get a little self-conscious when i think about you.
get a little excited, baby, when i think about you.

zach was never afraid. bravery was one of his biggest characteristics. he faced his fears, if he even had any. he was the bravest kid in his grade.

zach was never insecure. he never thought twice about anything. he never worried. he was never annoyed or irritated.

that is, until you moved into the school.

at first, zach didn't believe he would ever be scared of something. with that being said, he never thought he'd be scared of someone. when he first saw you in the third grade, he thought you were like every other girl.

sure, you were pretty, but zach believed that you were just like every other girl. you were cute, but there was no substance.

then, after two weeks from your first day at your new school, zach heard your voice for the first time. he always saw you talking to your friends at lunch and during class, but you never spoke to him.

it was math class, and nobody could figure out the answer. you were only talking about division, for you were to learn about it the next year. zach was the best at math in his class. his father gave him lessons every night, and they had paid off until that day.

the entire class sat in their seats, their faces blank.

except for you. you sat in your seat, and you knew the answer. you were the only one. of course, you didn't want to come off as a nerd to your new classmates, so you remained quiet and acted like you didn't know.

until the teacher called on you. you sighed, and closed your eyes. when you opened, you looked down at your desk and inhaled. 

"16." you muttered quietly. 

you looked up at your teacher, a smile wide on her face. her eyes held pride in them, something you weren't used to. you smiled a bit, looking over at your other classmates.

the teacher asked you to explain, so you did. after your explanation, you noticed everybody looking at you in..shock? awe? you couldn't tell. 

you didn't like it.

but ever since that day, zach learned that you were a completely different person than he thought you were.

he looked at you differently. he learned that you weren't like other girls. you were, correction, gorgeous, and you weren't empty like the other girls. you were smart, funny, and kind.

zach might've only been eight years old, but that didn't control his feelings for you. they grew bigger and more powerful everyday.

and zach loved that feeling he got when he was around you. he was happy. he talked to you more towards your third month of school. he loved your personality.

every year of school that you two spent together, his feelings for you only grew stronger. and while zach loved those feelings, he realized how they started to make him feel weak. he hesitated. he thought twice about things. he wasn't insecure, but he turned more self-conscious about how he looked in front of you.

he wasn't as..brave.

and he was nervous. he was too nervous. he hesitated. he would see in the hallway, feeling a bit confident for a short few seconds until letting the anxiety roll into is head. he would then back away and find himself mentally yelling because he couldn't even say 'hi'.

it was his last year of high school. yes, zach herron was a high school dropout. he would miss his friends very much, but he couldn't wait to finally move to LA for sure. 

had he told his original friends about his new friends that he was starting a band with?

not at first. zach didn't want the news to get around too fast. 'did you hear zach is moving to LA to be a singer?' 'but he's only 16!' zach was one for drama, but not when it included him.

it broke his heart to keep his secret from his friends. he planned on telling them earlier than he actually had. 

you and the brunette had gotten closer over the years. although you two were good friends, zach still felt butterflies in his stomach whenever he saw you coming down the hallway.

he didn't want to break the news to his friends, especially you.

zach knew for a fact that you didn't like him back. over the years, he had heard his friends say that you asked about him to them, or something like that, but he believed that they were just rumors.

but as zach packed his bags, it being his last night at home, he started doubting those earlier thoughts.

maybe they weren't rumors.

what if you really had liked him? that was something that zach dreamed of having, but sadly, he could only dream. 

zach chewed on his lip as his small thoughts turned into bigger thoughts, and soon, you were all he could think about.

you still didn't know. he still hadn't told you. you would spend the next day together, and then after that, you would never see zach herron again. 

no. i can't end it like that.

zach unlocked his phone and opened up the contact that he didn't text as much as he thought he would. he enjoyed talking to you face to face much more than through a screen.

it didn't feel right. but he knew it was best.

he sent you one long text, explaining the entire situation. you deserved to know what would happen to the young boy in a day.

zach anxiously stared down at his phone, impatiently waiting to see your response. not noticing it, half an hour flew by and zach was still sitting on his bed with his phone in his hand.

he began to chew on the sleeve of his sweatshirt, something he used to do when he was five. he was more nervous than he had ever been. and although he hated it, he loved how you made him feel.

he saw the three familiar dots bounce as you texted back five words.

see you later, i guess.

idk why i ended it like that.

but i hope you liked it. :)