Wrong Number ~ Why Don't We

1.7

As i watch Zach i feel Corbyn pull me closer to him and rest his head on my shoulder. I mentally awe and curse bc i cant take a picture. I grab hold of his hands and play with them. I bring my attention back to Zach who was now opening the crumbled ball.

I knew he had finished reading it when he looked up and made eye contact with me. I offered a small smile. He blushed and looks down but looking up again to smile back. "Boys. Boys! BOYS!" He spoken finally getting the others attention.

"Ooo what's that? Jack did you write Zach a love letter?" Daniel questioned putting his hand on his jutted out hip. "Oh shut up! Just read it!" He shoved the letter into daniels chest.
"Well then." He says grasping the price of paper on his heart. "It says, dear Zachary my love," before he could continue zach punched his arm. "Oi okay!"

"It's okay Zach. You didn't mean too. Soo now that you know I don't hate you can u all please shut up." He read out for all the boys to hear. He looked up at me and took his phone out. Click. I sat there confused until I realized what had just happened.

He had just taken a picture of me. Me. On corbyns lap. A picture of me on corbyns lap. Oh god. I was totally blushing and I'm pretty sure the boys knew it too.

"Aweee. Look guys." Daniel cooed. Corbyn shifted under me. I stood up so he can go and look at the picture. "Be right back." He said walking over to the group of huddled over boys. I knew he had seen the picture as soon as a light blush creeped onto his face.

Does anyone actually even read this? Probably not.