Not Perfect - a 1D fanfic

CHAPTER 7

I enter my class. Swing my bag and put it on the floor and sit on my chair.

I bet that it is quite obvious to people around me that I am blushing. I can feel my cheeks burning up. Oh, God. What is this? Ugh!

I place my hands over my eyes and rub them.

No! We had a fight! Have I forgotten how he treated me?

But keeping the fight aside, I have learnt that Zayn sings like an angel and now, to me, he seems even more good looking.

The guy who comforted me and at the same time, broke my comfort. But I can't feel like this, I have got to stop.

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It's break now.

Same old shit but a different day.

I am in my class. I have gotten an extra sandwich for Harry as if I expect things to get better all of a sudden.

"Uh, Anna?", I hear someone calling me. I already know who it is.

"Harry", I turn around and say, "uh....hi."

Harry comes and sits down next to me. 

I hand him the sandwich. Well, my instincts ARE right most of the time.

"Oh", he says when I hand him the sandwich, "um...thanks."

I nod.

"So..", Harry says, " I heard about your fight with Zayn."

"Zayn's fight with me", I correct him.

"Um....", he says, "you guys had it yesterday or something....I was absent yesterday."

Oh.

"Everything alright?", I ask him.

He nods and asks me to come down with him. I refuse to, but he forces me.

We reach the desk where Zayn is sitting alone and eating, looking all handsome.

UGH. NO.

He looks up when we approach him and I look away. I really need to make up my mind, am I angry at him OR NOT?

"Sooo....", Harry says, "Zayn, why did you think that Anna was *sticking up to me*?"

Zayn moves his eyes, unsure about what to say. I shift, worried about what he'll say.

"I am asking this", Harry says, "cos I think we should clear the misunderstandings."

"I......", Zayn begins, " I guess I over thought it. I didn't mean to."

Okay, how about an apology then?

"And....?", Harry asks, waiting for an apology himself.

Zayn looks up at me. I almost get a heart attack. Stop it, Anna, don't be so concious.

"I am sorry", he says.

I look down. I am about to go all sweet becaause he is irresistable but ....how about an attitude?

"So....", I say, not lifting my vision, " don't wanna sound bitchy, but , you didn't need all of THIS to apologize."

I hope he gets my point. He could have come over to me and apologized, not like this, with Harry almost forccing him.

Both of them remain silent. I am annoyed, annoyed at Zayn. I walk out the canteen.

I stop, give a pause and turn around and look down again.

"I am sorry", he says.

Is he?

"Trust me", he says, as if sensing my unsurity, "I just......it was like one of those bad days, I was sad that Harry had kept a secret so I just......took it out on you. I am sorry. And I am sorry that you had to apologize for something that you didn't do."