What the heart wants

Chapter 4

It's 9pm and I'm sitting on my desk with my books spread out in front of me. Thank God it's Saturday and I still have one more day to do the homework. I have been sitting in the same position for an hour, just staring at my books. I decide to take a break, even though I have done no work, and I sit on my bed. I just can't get the picture out of my head. Why can't Natasha find someone else? Why would he do that if he knows I like him? Maybe he doesn't like me and he just gave me the chocolates to be nice when he really likes Natasha. But Natasha just broke up with her boyfriend, surely she isn't ready to date again that fast. Then again, every guy in the school has had a crush on her at one point in their life, so perhaps he took this opportunity . But Humza likes me..right? The thoughts run around in my head making me dizzy. I pick up my phone from the desk and call Zara.

"Hey, what's up?!" She greets in her usual positive tone.

"Hii," I reply sadly. She instantly detects the sadness in my voice and asks

"What's wrong?"

"Have you seen the picture that Natasha posted on her Instagram?"

"No..why?"

"Go and see."

I can hear her tapping away on her phone as she searches for the picture.

"What picture am I supposed to be looking at?"

"The one with her and Christopher."

"Oh."

There is a moment of silence. We are both waiting for each other to talk and I speak up first.

"I wanted to feel special! I was soo happy coz I was the one he gave chocolates on valentines. But then she had to ruin it. He gave her chocolates as well and took a damn picture with him and called him her valentine! How dare she? He is MY Valentine. No wait, how dare he? I thought he liked me and these days we were getting close but I guess now that Natasha is available, he has forgotten all about me." I say it all in one breath and I'm left panting for air after my rant.

"Woah. Calm down Lily. Look he likes you not Natasha. And how do I know that you may ask? Well, because Natasha practically forced him to buy her chocolates by guilt tripping him and going on about how she had no valentine and is lonely."

"But that doesn't mean that he had to. He could have said no."

"But Humza is a nice guy. He would have done the same if any other girl asked him. Hey by the way...how many chocolates are in the box?"

"Umm I donno...why?"

"Just tell me."

I get up and firmly shut the door so that my parents don't see. I sit cross legged on the floor, take the chocolates out of my bag cautiously and begin to count out loud. I hear Zara laugh on the phone.

"You don't have to count every single one you know, It says it on the back of the box."

"Oh. Haha. I knew that. I just wanted to see if it was correct. Yep it is. 21 chocolates. Why did you want to know?"

"Because...I have a theory. Humza gave Natasha Ferrero Rocher chocolates which only have 12 inside them. Furthermore, he gave you Lindt Lindor which has 21 inside. Plus, lindor chocolates are waaay more expensive than Ferreo Rocher. In conclusion, Humza likes you more than Natasha and this is shown by him giving you a box with 9 more chocolates and spending more money on you."

"Haha Wow. I hate to say this but you're a genius. I actually feel much better thanks. I will talk to you tomorrow."

"Okay and before you go, how many more chocolates does Humza like you by?"

"Nine!!"

"Haha good. Don't forget that. Now bye."

The next morning I wake up refreshed. I had a good night's sleep. I check my clock and realise it's only 7. I lay in my bed for a while playing with my teddies. Yes, I am 15 and I still play with teddies. Don't judge me. Then, I go through Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and Snap chat like it's a newspaper and reply to my Whatsapps. After half an hour of lazily laying in bed, I get dressed in grey joggers and a white T-shirt, and skip downstairs. My parents have just left for work so it is just me and my brother. Well, my brother is in his room most of the time so it's basically just me. He occasionally comes down and we talk and play but he mostly just sticks to revising. After eating breakfast, I go back to my room and stand in front of my closet with my hands on my hips. I stare at all the clothes. Some folded, some on the hanger and I guess you know what I'm going to say next. Yep, the typical phrase every girl says when looking at their wardrobe.

I have no clothes!

I sigh and flop onto the floor. The trip is tomorrow and I have no idea what I am wearing. I called Rebecca a few minutes ago and she has no idea what she is wearing either. After an hour of trying on different clothes and sending pictures to my friends for approval, I finally settle for denim shorts with black tights, a dark pink top and a long black cardigan with white and pink trainers. I am satisfied with my choice, but then let out a huge groan. The trip is two days long which means I need another outfit. I open my closet and roll my eyes. I had just neatly folded everything and now I have to mess it again. I sigh as I begin throwing out my clothes from the closet.

Here we go again.

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It's the morning of the trip and I am super excited. I couldn't even sleep last night. I woke up half an hour before my alarm clock so I decide to go through my checklist to see if I have everything. Yep I do! I get ready, race downstairs and head to the kitchen.

"Hey honey. Why are you up so early?" My mum asks, kissing me on the forehead.

"I couldn't sleep. Too excited."

She smiles as I place my phone,oyster card and keys on the counter and she watches me quickly make and eat my cereal. I check the clock and it's 7.10. I usually leave at 7.30 but today I leave early. Don't want to be late! I am in the middle of grabbing my belongings from the counter when my mum squeezes me into a hug and my dad joins in.

"I cant breath!" I mumble into their clothes while I desperately search for air.

Thankfully,they release me but not before laughing. I could feel the vibrations of their laughter as my face was squashed in between them. We say our final goodbyes and then I fly out of the door. The bus turns the corner and comes into sight, only 30 seconds away from the bus stop. I freeze. I quickly tap my pockets and search my bag but I can't find it. I guess I left it at home. I speed walk home as it's already 7.20 and the next bus will come at 7.30. Seriously, I am so careless. How can I forget the most important thing?

My headphones!