My Imaginary Friend | l.t au

21: Spooktastic Fest

I woke up to something odd. Jamie's music wasn't blaring from her speakers like usual. Actually, Jamie wasn't even here. I looked down and discovered I was in an unfamiliar bed, as well. In fact, nothing about this room looked familiar. But then I noticed some pictures of Zayn, him with his girlfriend, and also with some of his friends, and remembered I stayed at Zayn's last night.

My phone was still in the back pocket of my jeans-- which I still wearing, because I was too lazy to change into something else -- and I took it out. I checked the time, and saw that I had about five minutes until my first class started. My eyes widened.

"Oh, God," I muttered. I heard the water running in the bathroom, and figured Zayn must be showering. Maybe his first class doesn't start until later. Lucky. If I was fast enough, maybe I could make it on time. Hopefully. "Hey, Zayn?" I yelled to the door, hoping he'd heard me through the loud water, "Thanks for last night, I really appreciate it. I think I'm gonna go head to class now. See you around."

He didn't answer, but I'm pretty sure he heard me. I was in too much of a hurry to see if he was listening to me.

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I sprinted to my dorm, quickly grabbed my bag that was filled with school supplies and assignments and sprinted to my first class. Thankfully, I made it right on time, just before the teacher walked in. I sighed in relief. It was a good thing Zayn's dorm wasn't too far froom mine, otherwise I'd be screwed. I didn't bother changing my clothes, but I did grab a hoodie, pulling it on, so that I wasn't totally wearing the same thing from yesterday.

I didn't have that many classes today, and I was thankful when I was done for the day. Deciding to change it up a little (and also partly because I kind of felt bad about making the man feel uncomortable, even though there wasn't much to feel guilty about in the first place) I went to the campus' garden. It was beautiful, and not that many people came here, except for the people majoring in botany or anything related to it. There were various types of flowers and other plants developing here, and some of the hedges were cut so that they resembled a shape, letter, or number.

I found a bench, and sat down, just appreciating the glamour of it all. I think this serenity and quietness is what I needed because I did not have one negative thought throughout the time I was here. I don't know what it was but there was something about nature that was making me feel more relaxed than I ever have before.

There was a field, not as big as the one at my childhood home, but it was still a grassy field. It made me think of all those times Louis snuck me out at night so we could play. I felt nostlagia thinking about it. I wished he hadn't moved away. If he'd just stayed, then my life would have been totally different. The whole Ethan situation... Actually, there's a chance there wouldn't even been a 'Ethan situation' in the first place. In a perfect world, we could've grown up together, been best friends for more than just two years. But no. He had to go for whatever reason. And this is reality. And reality isn't perfect. There's no such thing as a perfect world.

I sighed. I think now would be a good time to write in my journal, so I start digging thorugh my bag to look for it. I rummaged through it about twenty times before I realized that it was gone. My eyes widened.

"What the hell?" Did someone steal it? That wouldn't make any sense, since I've had my bag with me all day, and I barely ever take it out of there. Unless I dropped it when I was hurrying to get to my first lecture. Maybe I left it at Zayn's?

I was about to call him when I remembered that I don't have his number... Great.
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"Zayn?" I called through the door, knocking on the wood, "it's Wendy and I think I left something here last nigh--" I paused to look at the dirty blonde shirtless boy who was now standing in front of me. "You're not Zayn..."