Crash

Chapter 3

It was the next day, and around 12:15 pm me and Niall found a spare bench in the canteen where we would usually sit to eat and gossip.

“You never guess who was texting me last night.” I smirked, opening my can of soda.

“Who?” Niall mumbled, his mouth full of food.

“Zayn.” I snorted.

Niall’s eyes widened universally, and I was still trying to get to grips with the whole situation myself.

“You mean, Zayn, Zayn? As in Zayn Malik?”

I nod.

“Why would Zayn be texting you?” Laughed Niall. 

My jaw dropped down and I smacked Niall from across the table. “Gee, thanks friend. You really know how to boost a girls confidence!”

Niall began to panick. “No! Shit! I didn’t mean it like that!”

“Mhm.”

“Fuck, I meant it like, you’re not exactly his type... Are you?”

“So, basically what you’re trying to say is that I’m the innocent little senior who still hasn’t lost their virginity, doesn’t go out getting wasted off my tits every weekend, and prefers not to spend the night getting laid in the back of his shitty, probably still not insured, always breaking down, rusty, disgusting truck?”

“That is exactly what I’m saying.”

“Well, excuse me for still having a piece of dignity left, unlike most of the damn girls in this school.”

“Shut up, you crazy bitch. I’m not saying that’s a bad thing, so calm your titties woman. All I’m saying is be careful... Everyone knows what Zayn is like in this place. He’s bad news.”

I roll my eyes. Niall should know that I wouldn’t dream of going there with Zayn anyway. He repulses me.

“So, was they a reason for him texting you? Or was he just bored of jerking off to photos of you and thought that it was time to take your relationship to the next level, by asking you out on a date?”

I would probably laugh at Niall right now and call him an asshole, if the irony of the situation wasn’t that Zayn did genuinely ask me out on a date. So, I just sat in silence, looking around the canteen and picked at my food.

“Oh my god, are you shitting me right now? He asked you out on a date, didn’t he?!”

“Would you keep your frigging voice down?” I hissed, looking around to make sure no one had heard.

“I hope you said no.”

I glared at Niall. “Are you for real, whorean? I ignored his needy ass.”

“Good. Because you are a strong, independent, sassy-ass woman who don’t need no man!”

Niall clicked his fingers and we both burst out into a fit of laughter.

“Why are we so weird?” I asked.

Niall shrugged his shoulders, his gaze solemnly focussed on his greasy burrito.

As I looked up I saw that Harry had entered the canteen, alone. He noticed me sat down in my usual seat, and began to make his way toward me. His fingers ran through his curls and he was wearing my most favourite smile of his, the one where his dimples would show making my heart melt. I smiled back at him, and the further he approached me and Niall the more I could feel myself buzzing with excitement at the simple thought of conversing with him. And I guess just being with him.