Concealment

Eight

Noelle's POV

My phone buzzed. I looked at the screen. A text message from an unknown number. Who could that be? Maybe from Olive. She's my friend from London. She is changing her number nearly every month so this wouldn't be the first time her having a new number. We weren't best friends or something but we attended school together. It was always fun to hang around with her but she is the total opposite of me. She is loud, outgoing and she is a heart breaker. All the boys back in London fell for her. She got all attention and I was more in her background, only her friend.  

When I think back to the old times I don't miss them. It doesn't bother me to be here in Bradford instead of London. The coolest persons I ever met are my new friends here. I think they could be nearer friends for me than all the other persons in my life.

But the text wasn't from her. It was from Zayn.

From Him: Good night beautiful xx Zayn

The first thing I did was saving his number maybe I am going to need it. If you know what I am talking about.

But the fact that he called me beautiful let my heart beat faster than ever. I didn't thought he is the kind of guy who calls a girl beautiful. This is the first time anyone called me beautiful. Ok my mother did several times. But it doesn't count. I mean no boy ever called me that.

The next morning started quite well. But it was raining heavily outside. I grabbed my rain coat and hurried to my car. I sang along the songs in the radio and parked my car at the parking lot in front of the school. I grabbed my bag and my umbrella and made my way to the building. I spotted Luke in front of the building but he is talking to Calum. I didn't want to interrupt them and walked past them giving Luke a small smile. He smiled back warmly and waved in my direction.

I went to my locker. But it was blocked by a boy leaning against it. He is wearing a black leather jacket and black skinny jeans and a white t-shirt. He is staring at his mobile phone. I walked to my locker but my knees were giddy. Weird feeling. As he recognized me he smiled at me and took me into a quick but tight hug. I was surprised by this gesture.

“What is your first class today?” He asked me staring in my eyes. I blinked a few times to realize this is reality and not one of my daydreams. He caught me off guard with his question.

“Uhh.. I think it is physics.” I said looking to the ground. Because my face is definitely red because I blushed.

“I come with you. Is that ok?” He asked me cocking his head to one side.

“Yes.” Fuck. Come on I can talk to him without behaving like an idiot. “What is your first class?”

“It's.. uh.. let me think.. Maybe literature or something like that.” He said dragging me through the crowds. The rest of our walk was quite. Me concentrating on walking without stumble. And he walking with his hands in the pockets of his jeans. I felt like everyone was watching us especially the bitches from art class.

I spotted Luke and Harry in front of another room. Luke greeted Zayn as we walked past them. I avoided Harry's gaze. But I could feel it. It drilled. And he knows that.

As we arrived at the physics room I turned to Zayn who was looking inside the room.

“Do you think you will make it on time to literature?” I asked him laughing slightly.

“No but it's alright. I don't really care about it actually.” He said joining my slightly laughing.

“I am going inside now.” I told him. Waiting for him to do something.