Boyfriends

That One Kiss

“Zayn!” Amber screamed. Her head flew up, and sweat dripped on her sheets. She was in her bed, wearing a black t-shirt and black sweatpants with red roses continuing down one side of her leg. It had a gold symbol on the other side, starting from her knee cap all the way down to her ankle. Her door was opened by her mom.

“Amber, are you okay?” Her mom panicked. Amber looked at her mom, not knowing what to say. Amber nodded her head after a minute.

“Yeah, just a nightmare.” Amber wiped the sweat from her face, and looked back at her mom. Her mom walked over to her. She pushed her down on the pillow, and pulled the sheets over Amber. She kissed her forehead.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Her mom asked. Amber shook her head, and smiled. “If you need me, I’ll be in my room.” Amber’s mom got up and walked to the door, she took one last look at Amber before closing the door. Amber looked at her blank ceiling. She threw the blankets off and sat up. She walked to her dresser and looked at her reflection in the mirror. She grabbed one of the hair ties that were around her wrist. She put her hair up in a high ponytail. She looked at her phone. 1:30a.m.

She slowly made herself to the floor and sat. Her knees were pulled to her chest, and she covered her face with her hands. She sat like this for a few minutes, then pulled her hands away from her face.

“Why would he do this to me?” Amber asked herself, whispering. Her hands cupped over knees, and she closed her eyes. Zayn’s face popped into her head. She opened her eyes quickly. “I can’t even close my eyes!” Amber yelled in frustration.

She got up and walked to her closet. She opened it and looked at a pile of shoes that were on the floor. She grabbed a pair of sneakers and opened a drawer to her dresser. She grabbed a pair of socks and put them on. She slipped her shoes on, grabbed her phone and put it into her pocket, and stormed out of the room.

She walked down the stairs and grabbed a gray jacket. She put it on and pulled her hair out of the hoodie. She opened the door, and a huge breeze rushed into the house, sending chills up her back. She walked out and closed the door. The sky was dark, but it wasn’t pitch black, making it easier for Amber to see. She walked along the sidewalk and to Anna’s house. Amber didn’t even bother to knock, for she didn’t want to wake up Anna. She walked to the side of the house, and jumped the gate. She walked to the back door, opened it and walked in the house. She closed the door. The room was dark.

“What are you doing here, Amber?” Somebody asked. Amber let out a little shriek, spun around. The light was turned on.

“Zayn! I need to talk to you!” Amber said, putting her hands on her hips.

“Okay, about what?” Zayn asked, grabbing a glass of water off the counter.

“The kiss.” Amber told him.

“Oh, you remember that.” Zayn nearly choked on his water.

“Of course I remember that? Why wouldn’t I?” Amber asked.

“I thought you were really tired.” Zayn replied.

“Yeah, I was, but I still remember it!” Amber told him.

“What do you want me to do about it? It just happened. Do you want a hug?” Zayn opened his arms and smiled.

“No, I don’t want a hug from you!” Amber spat in anger. Zayn walked to Amber.

“Do you need me to say sorry?” Zayn asked.

“Yes,” Amber sighed. Zayn nodded his head. Amber looked up at him, in his eyes. “I’m waiting.” Amber tapped her foot, impatiently. Amber’s eyes closed for a second just to open and see Zayn kiss her. He backed away.