Number Zone (A Harry Styles FanFiction)

Chapter 12 - Jealousy Is Not Fit For You

I HAVE BEEN FEELING CREATIVE SO I WROTE YOU ALL THIS CHAPTER :) ENJOY!

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Chapter 12

Jealousy Is Not Fit For You

        As expected, Amy bombarded me with questions at lunch while the boys ordered our food. It’s Chinese if some are curious.

        “Are you gonna call him?” Amy asked me as soon as we took a seat in our usual hut. I don’t know why but as soon as the students realized that this is our usual place, they moved out of our way. Not that I’m complaining.

        I shrugged. “I have no idea”

        “I don’t know about you but… you should definitely call him. I miss him.” Amy said. I sighed. She might be right. Jeremy did nothing bad to us.

        “Who are you calling?” A new voice asked. I looked up to see Niall sitting down beside Amy. I frowned. Where was the food?

        “Where’s the food?” I asked curiously.

        Niall shrugged. “Harry and Zayn didn’t want me anywhere near them”

        Well… if you put it that way. “Makes sense” I wrinkled my nose in a habit.

        “Seriously” Niall pushed, probably alarmed that Amy might be falling for someone else. “Who are you calling?”

        Amy grinned wickedly—uh oh. Looks like she’s hell bent on teasing Niall. “Matt Bomer gave me his number yesterday” I almost choked in my own spit. I know Matt Bomer is so damn hot but couldn’t Amy pick someone, like, in her league—or someone who likes the feminine gender?

        “He did?” Niall asked, trying to sound casual but failed since I could tell he’s a bit annoyed. He continued to frown at something while Amy shot me a wink.

        “What’s going on?” Zayn drawled in a false American accent when he and Harry took a seat beside us. The scent of noodles and fortuned cookies filled the air making me want to rip the package open.

        “Apparently, Matt Bomer gave Amy his number yesterday” I said while smirking evily and doing a fake evil laugh inside my head. Poor Niall. He clearly does not know Matt’s preference in gender.

        I felt someone laugh quietly beside me. I could tell from the intoxicating smell that it was Harry. What did he do? Bathe in perfume. Rosalie Cullen could probably smell him from across the field. HAHA. Don’t laugh! I was a twilight fanatic once. “Matt Bomer?! Isn’t he—?”

        I slapped him on his stomach once. There was no way he was ruining this joke for us. “Totally delicious?” I said in a fangirl accent.

        I looked at Harry’s tomato red face. “What?” He groaned.