Summer Love

Chapter Two

I yawned as I walked towards the door. Zayn was leaving but I didn’t want him to go. We were having so much fun - playing with Laila and Alexa who seemed to love him, even more than they loved Harry. If that was possible.

I got to know a lot Zayn. We couldn’t really go outside until it was dark, because fans were hiding out - them and their super dective skills found out that two members of their favourite boy band were in town so they just had to stalk them.

“I had a lot of fun tonight.” I bit my lower lip. Zayn nodded. “I did too. I hope you realized that our music isn’t as horrible as you thought it was.”

I giggled. “Nope. It really isn’t at all, by the way, you have an amazing voice.” Zayn raised his eyebrows. “Better than Harry’s?” He pushed.

“Better than Harry’s.” I agreed. I leaned and kissed Zayn on the cheek. “I hope to see you soon.”

“You will. Tomorrow actually your crazy cousin has invited me to play football with him.” I grinned as I slowly swung my arms side to side. “I’ll be rooting for you. Like your own cheerleader.” I winked.

“With the outfit and everything?” He smirked. “You perv.” I punched his chest playfully.

“Katherine, we gotta go to bed!” Harry whined. I turned around and gave him my most convincing death glare as I fought off the butterflies still in my stomach from talking to Zayn.

“Shut up! Don’t you see I’m having a chat?!” I turned back to Zayn. “Goodnight Zayn.” I hugged him lightly, his cologne was faint after all the playing and silly games today, but it still smelt really good.

“Goodnight. Sleep tight beautiful.” He whispered in my ear, his warm breath tickling my skin, causing it to tingle. “Bye.” I smiled once more, before closing the door.

I leaned against it and closed me eyes, smiling to myself  Zayn really is something special. I had so much fun with him today.

“OMG! You’re related to HARRY STYLES AND YOU MET ZAYN! AHH! Did you guys kiss?! Tell me all the deets!” Kyayra screamed down the line.

“Breathe! Yes I am, did you ever notice how my last name is Styles and my hair is curly? Wow, you really are a blonde.” I giggled.

“I’m not a blonde and you know it. I’m just… a little slow sometimes.” She admitted. “Did you kiss?”

“No, we didn’t but he’s coming back here tomorrow to play football with Harry…” I should not have told her that. Now she’s gonna break my eardrum with her fangirling.

“OMG! MY HARRY FEELS! MY ZAYN FEELS! ALL MY DAMN FEELS!” I stretched my arm out, holding the phone away from my ear. I could still hear her yelling and she wasn’t even on speaker.

I rolled my eyes. “Okay, what the hell are feels?” I heard her sigh over dramatically. 

“So where’s Harry? Can I meet them? When will you meet the rest of them? Is Niall is Ireland or London? Is Harry naked? What if-“

“I’m sorry, I love you but you really need to learn to SHUT THE HELL UP!” Kyayra laughed. “I know…”

“Speak of the devil…” I mumbled under my breath, as Harry walked into the room. “Harry why are you in my room?” I heard Kyayra sqealing in my ears again.

“HARRY’S IN THE ROOM? CAN I SPEAK TO HIM, PLEEEEASE!? I promise that I won’t ever talk about the boys ever again… Okay I can’t do that but please? If you love me?” She begged. “No and by the way Harry isn’t wearing a shirt.” I smirked at Harry, before pressing the speaker button.