Steal My Girl ✓

t w e n t y - f i v e

Harry's POV

The thought of Zayn taking Taylor to the party, makes me uncomfortable.
Who knows what he'll do to Taylor at the party.

But I'm taking Kendall, and I guess Taylor is also uncomfortable by the idea.

Since Kendall and I are mostly in every class, we decided to team up and be a duo for a project that needed at least two people to work together. I did some parts, but I've got to admit she almost did everything. To be honest, I barely even did anything. So when it was time to pass that project, she talked to me and pointed out that she did most of the project and I couldn't help but agree. And she said that I owe her for everything that she did, so that's why I'm taking her to the party right now.

I slipped on my shoes and sat on the edge of my bed. I should stop worrying, this is only a party for gods sake. What could possibly go wrong?

I checked the clock that's hanging beside the closet, and it reads 6:55. Five more minutes and we're going to the party.

I heard a knock on the door, I sat up from the bed and went towards the door.

Once I opened the door, Kendall stood at my doorway with a cheeky smile.

She wore a black crop top that ends just above her belly button, and she wore a black mini skirt that doesn't even reach mid-thigh. With the skirt barely covering her, I can clearly see her tanned legs. I swallowed, trying not to stare, and shifted my gaze from her bare legs.

"So, are you ready for the party?" Kendall asked with a smirk.

"Of course."

"Lets get going, shall we? I think Louis is already at the party." She said and grabbed my hand and we were on our way to the party, that's going to be held in our auditorium.

One thing that I could assure is, this is going to be a long night.

Taylor's POV

I checked the clock and it was only two minutes left before seven. I applied one last touch of red lipstick  and closed the tube of lipstick with its cap.

Once I was done I slipped on my white flats that matched my white off shoulder top and with some shorts.

I heard a knock on my door when I slipped into my flats, I went to the door and opened it to see Zayn standing with a smile.

"Ready?" He asked.

He looked quite handsome in his black muscle shirt that matched with his leather jacket and he also wore some skinny jeans.

"Yep." I replied and stepped out of my dorm and closed the door.

"You look amazing, by the way." He complimented, and I couldn't help but blush at his statement.

"Thanks, and I could also say the same thing to you." I replied and we walked in the empty hallways that leads us to the party.

"By the way, I hope you won't mind but..um— since I'm your date for the night.. c-care to hold my hand? Just for the night, and it's alright if you don't want to. It's fine if you're feeling uncomfortable—"

"Zayn, it's fine. To be honest, I'd love to hold your hand." I said while cutting him off.

He smiled brightly at me, as if I just told him he won the lotto. He held out his hand for me to take, and I gladly accepted it.

He held my hand as I held his. Our fingers were intertwined. I could feel his warm hand radiating on mine, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't like the way we held each other's hands.