Leave Me [h.s] (On hold)

Chapter 17

Chapter Seventeen- Spoons

-Noelles POV-

*1 week later*

"Wow. You're actually good at something." Zack said over my shoulder.

"Gee thanks." I scoffed, not looking up from my drawing.

"No honestly, I'm surprised." Zack said in an annoying tone.

"I am too actually. I didn't know I had any talent what-so-ever." I said, setting down my pencil to admire my drawing. I was actually pretty proud of it, which was a weird feeling for me. Hell, all feelings were weird for me.

"Well let's not get carried away. Talent is stretch." Zack chuckled.

"Go to hell" I said jokingly. Strangely I had come to understand that I could actually stand Zack's presence, and I've even sort of grown to like it. He's been hanging out up here in the loft with me a lot recently. I couldn't exactly explain why. But regardless of the reason, I was somewhat thankful for his company.

"No no I'm just kidding. It's better than anything I could draw." He shrugged and slouched down onto my black leather sofa, which was the newest addition to my loft. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and immediately began texting. He was constantly texting. Sometimes I envied him. Not because he was somewhat popular within out tiny town or because he actually had people that wanted to talk to him, but because having a phone would help me avoid awkward situations. Or it would just help me avoid all situations, regardless if they were awkward or not.

I scooted my chair back a little bit and looked at my drawing. It was mostly just a duck in a pond. Well that's all it was. But I was pretty proud of it because you could definitely tell that it was a duck so that was an accomplishment in and of itself.

"Do you want to help me with something?" Zack said, glancing up from his phone.

"Um probably not." I said, turning I'm chair to face him.

"Will you do it anyway?" He said, flashing me a smile before he rolled his eyes.

"It depends what it is." I told him.

"I need you to help me dye my hair again. It's looking pretty rough. And usually I had Amber do it, but clearly that's not happening since she's off doing who knows what." He asked.

"I've never dyed hair before. Just a disclaimer." I informed him.

"Well then it should be fun. Come on." He said, standing up.

"Woah wait I never agreed to this yet." I said, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh come on Noelle. You can let down you 'I'm a damaged teenager' act for a minute and help your brother out." He said with a mock pout.

"There's two things wrong with that statement. By saying 'act' you imply that I do it on purpose, and you're not even my brother."

"Well sometimes you make it a little more dramatic than it actually needs to be. I'm just saying." He said, putting on a straight face again.

"You do it too. Don't try to lie to me."

"Okay truce. Now come help your honorary brother with his hair." He said, turning his back to me and walking down the stairs.

-Harry's POV-

I blinked my eyes open and attempted to stretch out my legs, but found it to be nearly impossible. We had been driving for about 5 hours straight and I was restless. And extremely tired of hearing Amber bitch about everything in existence.