Concealment

Seven

Zayn's POV

I can't stop thinking about this weird conversation I had with Noelle. I mean who starts with asking for her name again. I fucked this up. But why do I think about her anyway?

I was thinking about her while I was nailing this girl at the party. I hate that I pretended that I was nailing her and imagined her instead of concentrating at the girl I actually nailed. This is weird. I don't think about a girl this often but this girl is creeping in my head and I can't stop. I cant forget how her small hands rubbing my back as I hugged her. And how her tight jeans fit her perfectly.

Fuck.

I lighted up a cigarette that I stole from Liam this morning. This feels so good. The smoke in my lungs. I watched this procedure in my mirror that is standing next to my wardrobe. I heard the keys from my mother in the lock. I don't went downstairs to say hello.

I took my headphones instead and laid down on my bed. The music pounded through my head and I pretended to not recognize that my mother opened my door a little bit. I rolled on my side but I really can't stop thinking about this gray eyes. Her gray eyes. Her fuckin gray eyes.

I decided to meet with Liam. I have to distract myself from Noelle. I took my black hoodie and went downstairs to put my shoes on. I grabbed my keys and my wallet as well. Just as I walked outside the house it started raining. I hurried to the car and got inside.

I parked in front of Liam's house as always and made my way up the front yard. My shoes were wet and my hair is a bit wet as well but I don't cared about that. I have to talk to Liam. But how? I mean I don't know Noelle and I don't have feelings or something for her.

Liam opened the door and I stepped inside the nice house. He is wearing his black sweatshirt and a blue skinny jeans. His hair is perfectly styled and he hasn't shaved since the party. I like that beard on him. We went upstairs to his room as always. His room was quite big and very clean for a boy.

"So what's up man?" He asked me with a concerned expression as he closed the door.

"Nothing, I.. I just.. I don't know." I stared at my feet. Liam smiles slightly. "Do you know this new girl? I don't know her name.." I said pretending to sound casual. But instead I sounded like a 15 year old schoolgirl. "She was at the party as well."

"Yeah, Noelle is her name I think..." His smile turned to a smirk and I wanted to punch him for his fuckin smirk. "Are you interested?" He asked me smirking and wiggling his eyebrows.

"You mean in fucking her or what?" I asked. My heart beating like crazy.

"What do you think? In beeing her boyfriend?" Liam said sarcastically. I can't look at him. I would blush, I know this.

"Uhh... no?!" I looked around his room, searching for my confidence. But it is nowhere to be found. Why? I mean I had a lot of girls and I told Liam about some of them. But why is talking about Noelle so different?

"She's probably a virgin man, you know that?" Liam asked, his tone changed and he looked to his hands.

"Probably. I am gonna be careful." I said. Now I was the one who was smirking.

"Do you think she wants you? I mean she seems not to be a girl who would fuck on the first date." He said, laughing about his statement and clapping his hands in amusement.

"Come on who can resist me?" That's true.

"No one." He said rolling his eyes. "But who you can resist man?"

"I can handle myself Liam."

"I bet she doesn't want to fuck you man." Oh he wants to make a bet. He can have one.

"Sure I can, I bet I can fuck her and I will prove you!" I said convinced. But after I started thinking about my words I regretted them. But this is only a game. Nothing more. My cheeks are glowing and my hands are hot. My hart is beating like crazy. I will fuck her.

"I hope it doesn't get wrong." Liam said shaking his head.

"I don't think so."

Liam and I were talking for another hour. We talked about the boys and stuff like that. After our little conversation I went home. It is late anyway.

I fell in my bed and grabbed my mobile phone. I have to get her telephone number. All I can think about is her. Her fuckin gray eyes. And her fuckin long legs. And her fuckin sweet smile. And how I caught her staring at me.

I looked through my contacts and stopped by a name that I have known for a long time. I don't know why I even have his number yet. I thought about what I could write to him but then an idea popped in my mind. A school project.

To Him: Could you give me Noelles number, we have do do a project and we forgot exchanging numbers.

I locked my phone and put it back under my pillow. It buzzed only five minutes after I sended my message. I thought he wouldn't ever answer me.

From Him: *sended a contact*

Finally. I saved her number and thought about writing something to her. But what? I never had done this romantic shit. Not for a single girl.

To Noelle: Good night beautiful xx Zayn