Forgive Me [H.S] (On Hold)

[5]

Saturday had arrived and was just about to end. I couldn't help but think that I should be at prom more than anyone else, it frustrated me so bad. I couldn't help but see the image of the school ballroom and how beautiful it looked when I saw it last night.

Zayn drove me over and he asked me to dance with him, so I did. I was still mad at him, but I was not going to regret his hand a day before prom. That was the closest I would go to ever being at prom.

The flashback was the only thing in my head, every single detail, still memorable for me to enjoy since I was staying-at-home-remembering-what-happened-last-night.

"I'm really sorry," Zayn whispered into my ear and we danced. I didn't forgive him, of course not. It felt good to be there, alone, with Zayn, no one to bother me.

"Shut up, I'm not going to be here tomorrow, let me enjoy the moment," I whispered to Zayn; I didn't want him to know I was crying because I knew him to well, he would probably use it against me in the future.

"I hope you know that I'm here for you and I try to keep you safe," Zayn said, placing his chin on top on my head as we danced.

"Care is such a dull word Zayn, you don't actually care, I don't feel that I care for you," I felt guilt creep up on me and I was regretting spending Friday night with him, in this beautiful ballroom.

"You know Sydney, I know you hate me but just because you do doesn't mean I won't stop caring for you. I know you liked me. What we had was real, Syd, and if you lie to me, you're only lying to yourself," Zayn said sympathetically.
[a/n: yes, yes, amnesia, I was going to change it so "our little thing we had was the most realist thing I've ever had" but that was a little weird]

He was right, I did like Zayn, but that was before, and this is now. I honestly don't know why Zayn's wasting his time on me, he could do way better than myself. I have my future ahead of me, I got into the school I wanted to get into; well actually, I was planning on leaving the state to attend Santa Barbara in California, but I believed Zayn and I could have happened.

I actually wanted to leave, I wanted to get out of here but then again, I didn't have the money for dorming and who the hell do I know in California?

But everything lead back to Zayn; I mean, nothing's wrong with that son of a goddess, I would totally marry him but the thing is that he's a nosy coward that is always up on my business. I would hate being with someone like that, and he's also older than me. Not that it matters. But I think the number one reason why I don't want to be with him is because his sister is my best friend and that was one of the many reasons why I had to end our thing going on. I just really didn't want to be with him, there were plenty fish in the sea and I didn't want to be reeling in just one fish. [WOAH! I JUST CAME UP WITH THE ONE FISH THING! YAS I FEEL LIKE A QUEEN! If it's been already invented, I'm going to be so embarrassed.]

"Hey," I head a thick voice. I looked up to see Harry standing at my gates holding on to them. He had shades on, but I was still able to see his eyes even though the sun was setting, and his flannel wasn't button up all the way, he left 2 buttons - well, unbutton - and I couldn't help but stare but as soon as I realised what I was doing I shoot him a smile.

"You're welcomed to enter," I gestured for him to come inside and to take a seat. He looked fancy in a kind of way that made him look absolutely gorgeous not to mention; sexy.

Wait, wHAT? I don't even know him!

He opened the gate door and pulled the chair in front of me as he placed his hands on the table. I couldn't see his eyes anymore since the tables umbrella covered the last bit of sun before it settled completely.

"Can I ask you a question," he laughed, woah. "Ye-Yeah of course," I stuttered, his accent was so captivating and made me want to smile. Someone shoot me please, what's am I saying?

"Do you know why I had eight girls knock on my door and asking me to go to prom with them? I had my sister open the door for me!" He laughed once more and I joined him this time.

Oh I don't know! Maybe because the girls are fucking horny as fuck for you? I mean you have a fucking British accent and you have fucking beautiful eyes, you're fucking gorgeous to them.

"I really don't know," of course I know, but I'm not going to tell him my thoughts, so I just shrugged them off.

"Are you going to prom?" He removed his shades and it seemed as if he looked into my soul.

"No," I said simply, but of course the anger was boiling inside. I helped design the fricking shit. I was the one who did most the planning. I was basically in charged of everything thing.

"Why not?"
"Let's just say I'm really busy and I have better things to do.. alone."
"You mean, you don't want to go?"
"Believe it or not Styles."
"I'm processing it, Grey, but really. You don't want to go to prom?"
"Actually, I don't have a date," I looked down at my pants and played with the designed patches on it.

"Bloody hell! You're serious?" He looked amazed causing me to feel like crap. What was he trying to say?

"Why do you look like if you've heard a funny joke?" I laughed trying to calm myself down; although, that really wouldn't help.

"Actually, I thought I looked like if Leonardo DiCaprio finally got an award. I'm shocked that you said you don't have a date," he shrugged. I was absolutely lost, did he mean he was proud that I didn't have a date, because if he did I honestly don't have anyway idea why I would spend five minutes conversing with him.

"Ok, ok, Leo is a very good actor, and it's just nerve wrecking that he hasn't gotten an award, Oscars, whatever celebrities-" I cut him off.

"I think they're actors," I corrected him.

"Yeah, whatever," he rolled his eyes playfully and added, "What I was saying is that he's amazing, and not to be recognised for his hard work probably pisses me -him- off. I always watch Titanic with my parents. Anyways, that's not the point. He's amazing and he should be able to get an award, and well you, you're stunning and should go to prom, with an award-date." Harry shrugged, I was absolutely shocked by what he was trying to explain although he sort of repeated himself.

"Thanks?"

"Yeah no problem," Harry shrugged once again. "You didn't happen to see a leprechaun earlier?" Harry laughed as he asked me. "Leprechaun?" I asked back. He rolled his tongue and then looked down at his folded hands on the table, "Tall, blonde hair, accent, blue eyes?"- Niall!

"Rings a bell, he came looking for you, I think a few days ago?" I shrugged remembering he was extremely gorgeous. He did have a different accent than Zayn, Karen, Harry, and Liam.

"You didn't happen to see if he had anything with him?" Harry asked anxiously.

"No, I don't think so, why?" I felt nosy and I felt as if I shouldn't have asked.

"Shit," he stood up placing his shades in his pocket and marching out of the gates and into his yard.

"What the hell was that all about?" The street lights were already on and I hadn't noticed the moon replaced the sun.

I should have told him instead of trying to ignore him. Niall probably had a really important message to give Harry and now because of my stubbornness he didn't get what he wanted. Great Sydney, great.

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I'm really sorry I'm making Zayn's seem like the bad guy here, he's so nice and all, I'm trying my best not to make him seem bad because let's admit it; he can do naughty things to anyone -me- and I'll still consider him the little angel that he is. This is