Forgive Me [H.S] (On Hold)

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"So who's you're date?" Zayn asked, he took books off my bookshelf as he checked the covers and placed them back. Zayn had convinced me that he was no longer acting like a dick, this is the Zayn that I actually consider a friend. He actually paid attention to me, and didn't care about something that had no meaning to me, for example, Harry.

"I'm not going" my voice faded.
He didn't seem surprised, he got a book that seemed to interest him and sat on the edge of my bed.

"And why is that?" he scanned the pages on the book, then he looked up at me. I could see it in his eyes that he wanted me to mention Harry, but he was the one I was avoiding.

"I told you, I don't have a date. I would look ridiculous going to prom without a date, Zayn. Why would I go if I don't have a date" I slammed myself on my bed and looked at the ceiling.

"Just go, it won't kill you" Karen said walking in on our little chat already knowing the topic. The problem is that it will, it will kill me from the inside how everyone will have a partner to dance with and how I will be the only one sitting down when that happen. I would be humiliating myself.

"I'm not going and that's final!" I looked outside the window to see the many girls parked out in the street waiting for Harry to come out. They are just wasting their time on this boy, they don't even know his name. Pathetic.

"Gosh sassy pants, we didn't mean to get you mad" Karen raised her hands and walked into my closet picking every dress that she could see, which were many. I bought them because they were either all beautiful, or the last dress in the store, but I never used none. I wasn't really much of a dress person.

I turned to my phone to check the time, it was early, supper early, I then turned back to the window only to find Harry in the same place I saw him. Shirtless again. I heard Zayn making his way towards me and I quickly closed the window. He was not about to see that I was looking at Harry. I faked a cough as I put on slippers, hoping that Karen and Zayn would not follow me, although I already know that they will always be following me.

"Gosh! Don't be such an ass with me" I laughed nervously, losing concentration as I made my way out of the door.

"Don't leave us!" I heard Karen laugh, I didn't want to look at Zayn because that boy could see my soul. I ran downstairs where my parents read the newspaper, "Where are you going in such a rush" my mother questioned me as I ran to the door. "Outside", I said.

Why did I have to be best friends Karen and why did I even start talking to Zayn again? Once I was closing the door I saw Zayn smirking at me with his hands folded over his chest. He knew me, he knew me better than I knew myself. They both knew me. It scared me how they knew exactly how my brain worked, and my every move.

I slammed the door and ran to the garage, I knew Zayn would try to make his way there, but then something, actually, someone caught my attention. It was a tall boy, and he blonde hair, his back was facing me so I could not see his face. He was knocking on Harry's door is he a: friend, brother, cousin, uncle of his? He certainly wasn't any of my neighbors, I would recognize him if he was.

As I opened my garage door I thought about everything, the day I met Harry, and how later Zayn got all worked up about that stupid boy. That stupid boy with a weird accent, with tattoos, who returned my necklace, that stupid boy.
"Hey!" I turned to see the blonde dude, he was actually pretty cute. Maybe a little bit cuter than Harry.

Wait, what?

"Yeah?" I asked.

"Do you happen to see where Harry went?" He said in an accent as we'll. Oh great, more accents, as if I couldn't deal with Zayn's accents, and then Harry's and now this kids accent.

"He's probably showering" I shrugged, and looked away. Harry, naked, showering, soaked hair, my head was thinking of him naked What the hell is wrong with me.

"Well, if you see him can you tell him Niall was looking for him?" he walked out Harry's yard.

"Yeah, of course" I smiled weakly.
Hell no! You did not just tell him that! You don't want to see him! Harry causes so many problem!

My subscounious was taking over. But I've literally only talked to him two time, how can he cause problems? Then I decided not to think any further, I'm the one who wanted to keep away from that british boy, well appearently his accent sounds british, just like Zayn's and Karen's. But their accent was very thick, it was very hard to undertsand.

Zayn opened the door that lead inside my house as he laughed.

"I hate you, Zayn. I hate you so much!" I muttered, pushing passed him. I hated his guts, of how he got into my business.

"Instead of peaking over my life, peak over your sisters, you jerk" I said as Karen walked down the stairs.