Crossroad {H.S.} Fanfiction

Chapter 3 - Emma's pov.

I walked into Starbucks after an exhausting work day. I'm like so so nervous. What if I'm gonna be super embarrassing? Yolo. Wow okay I'm turning into a awkward teenager again. Bad Emma, don't do that Emma! Just breath and everything will be alright. Slowly, I made my way into the cafe and searched for his brown eyes. Those precious brown eyes. I scanned the room but couldn't find them. What if he changed his mind? What if he realized I'm not pretty? My thoughts got interrupted by someones hand on my shoulder. I shrieked and turned around to be greeted by the eyes I was looking for. "Did you really think I would let something marvellous like you go , Love?" I felt the heat creep into my cheeks as I looked to the ground. He placed a finger under my chin and lifted it so I had to look him straight in the eyes. "No need to get red, Love", he chuckled a little. I moved my head out of his grip and turned towards a table. "Whatever, let's get seated", I said a little annoyed. Who does he think he is? I mean he is kinda attractive and he has that smile and his jawline.. Emma no! I put on my best smile and looked at him. His eyes were focused on me. "So.. since I rescued you, it means you owe me something. Tell me more about yourself." His whole attention was on me and I began to feel a little uneasy. "Well, uhmm where should I start? I'm 23, my favourite color is turquoise like at the tropical beaches, I work at a newspaper and yeah.. What about you?" For a moment his happiness fell but after a second he smiled again. Maybe I was just seeing things. "I'm 24, I'm an English teacher and my favourite color is electric blue", he spoke. "But do you have like hobby's or something? I mean a beautiful person like you must have some hidden talent, right?" I blushed and tried to avoid his gaze as good as possible. What am I supposed to say now? That I like to write and read? He'll think I'm a freak and will never go out with me again. And that I like 5 seconds of summer? I mean I'm a little old to like that kind of stuff, aren't I? "Well?", he asked a little bewildered. Fuck. Okay you know what, I don't have to tell him everything. "I like to write - that's actually why I kinda became a journalist", I mumbled awkwardly. I fumbled with my hands and focused on the floor. I couldn't have thought of something stupider, could I? A shadow is coming closer and I see a waitress walking towards us. "What can I bring you?", she smiled at Zayn an gave me a down-looking view. How rude. "For me a Peppermint Mocha, please. How about you Emma?" The waitress looked annoyed and tapped with her pen on a block. "The Gingerbread Latte, please" I tried to give her my most sympathetic smile as I lend a little into Zayn's shoulder. Lydia, that's her name - I saw it on her nameplate, gave me an acidic smile and stalcked away on her to high heels. Oh this is gonna be fun

I stepped through my front door and plumped down on my couch. I'm exhausted. Today was such a long day, but it was so worth it. The waitress came back to bring our drinks when I and Zayn were laughing very hard together, so she spilled the fucking coffee over my shirt. I was so angry I took the drink of Zayn and spilled across her uniform. Pay back, bitch. Zayn just sat there as if he hadn't realized what's going on, but when he did his face was turning red from anger. Lydia then started yelling at me and calling me a slut and that's when Zayn came in action. He took my hand, dragged me out off the door and gave Lydia nasty look. Outside, he calmed me down and we ended up laughing about Lydia and just walking around in the city. It was actually kinda nice at night and when I got cold he gave me his jacket - such a gentleman, isn't he? Anyway, it was fun, even with the "little"accident at Starbucks. We learned so much about one another and he told me about his family and how his dad died a few years ago with cancer. He is such a nice and sweet kid. Like, how is he still single? He has the look and he has the personality. I didn't think much of it, thought. But little did I know what happened in his past.

QOTD: What's your favourite drink from Starbucks?