Fire Starter

Chapter Twenty

I'll be continuing this fanfic as long as I know that people are reading it. So, pleaseeeeeee vote/comment. x

-tay.

I was slightly familiar with my surroundings because of having taken myself to the clinic, following Zayn to class, and through the few times that he took me out.

Because Baker Street was a dead end street, there was only one way to go. Usually at the end of Baker, Zayn would drive, turning right on the corner when going somewhere. I decided to go left, even though there was a twinge of unfamiliarity that was warning me otherwise.

The sun beamed down on me, making me squint behind my lenses, but no sweat appeared on my brow as it had been a chilling wind from the Autumn season closing in on Winter. It was a fair weathered day. My hair blew in many directions, often whipping me in the face.

I walked wherever my feet wanted to go, not listening to my mind because it was clouded in thought.

--All right? x

I open a text from Zayn that coincidentally appears as I'm checking the time. I sigh. It's understandable that he lost me once as a child and that he's afraid to lose me again, but I think he just may be overreacting. For heaven's sake, I'd only been gone about 15 minutes. I responded, nevertheless, before he began to lose his shit.

--All is right...

There was that secret mock of his people and how they were too proper to say "Are you alright?" Or "Is everything alright?"... But to keep from laughing, I had to remember that I was one of his people too, just American washed.

The click of my boots was the only thing that I paid attention to as I sauntered down the street, looking down at the phone in my hand. I changed Zayn's contact name to the original spelling that his parents had given him, because I just wanted to. It made me smile at the thought of him changing it because it seemed cooler.

I look up from the phone, just in time to keep myself from running into another person who had been looking down at a book. Quickly, I side step out of his way, but for some odd reason, his left shoulder still catches mine, bumping me with a great force that knocks the brand new phone out of my hand.

"Oh no," I cry. The book in his hand wasn't a reading book, but instead, a very large text book. It landed on top of the phone. How would it look to Zayn when I bring home my newly smashed iPhone?

"I'm so sorry," he mumbles, crouching down at the same time that I do. His philosophy book's hard cover has torn off slightly, so I should be apologizing, but I can't. How the hell had my smaller body knocked his freaking book out of his hands?

I wait for the moment of truth, as he picks his book up off the phone. The thin case had come off and the phone is face down. The screen is definitely shattered, I sob in my mind.

I pick it up slowly, disregarding the case for a moment.

"Oh, thank God." We simultaneously let out a sigh of relief. It doesn't even have a scratch.

"Hey, is that the iPhone six plus?" The guy asks, mesmerized. I get the feeling that he's going to take it and run, so I shove as much as the wide phone into my pocket that can fit.

"Yeah," I say, only then deciding to acknowledge him. "I'm sorry about your book."

He was a fairly nerdy looking person with a baby face and glasses until he tucked his book under his arm, pulling off the glasses that turned out to be meant for reading only, tucking it to hang at the lip of his collar. He looks so familiar that I start to think, maybe we were friends as kids.