Five Lovestories

I woke up feeling numb. Not in a physical way, I wasn't in pain or anything. But my mind.. it was drifting off somewhere far away. What had happened? Why did I feel like shit? And why did I feel like yesterday was a mixture of the best day in a long while, and still.. more horrible than ever?
I had been getting used to living on my own by now. I wasn't even sure if I even missed Bim, needed her anymore. I mean, I only knew her for a short while and she wasn't even someone I usually would've hanged out with. Or was my brain just totally out of control? Maybe I still needed her.
I stood up to turn off the alarm, and then opened up the curtains. The bright sunlight hit me, and I peered under my raised hand.
I wasn't feeling well at all, and the memories kept washing over me like rough waves out on the Pacific Ocean. A strong headache hit me, and I started rubbing my temples. My still peering glance landed on a small mirror in the corner of the room. Oh, God, I thought. I did not only look like hell, my apperance made me feel sick to my stomach, litterally.
I flinched when I suddenly heard a small signal.

Sarah: Goodmorning sunshine!

I slightly smiled, but sighed and kept rubbing my head in circles. I suddenly remembered. I stood up with not only my eyes growing, but also the smile Sarah just had given me. It was Zayns week now! Not that I was happy that my week with Harry was over, but at the end of the day, this was a competition, and now I was done with Harry. It sounds harsh, but it was the truth. I suddenly forgot about my sickness, and my headache had seemed to have disappeared. I felt excited, and the butterflies in my stomach increased powerfully at only the thought of Zayn. Just like I was walking on pink clouds, I scampered away to my wardrobe.
After picking out my outfit, I jumped into the shower and quickly shaved my legs. After a pretty long while, I was finally done with my hair, makeup and my clothes. I looked in the mirror. I didn't look so bad. I picked up my bag and shot a look at the clock. It was surprisingly early. Early enough for me to take a little trip to Zayn before classes started. I locked the door behind me and started walking down the hall.
I was just rounding a corner, when I bumped into someone. This person I honestly couldn't care less about, dropped what I thought was her coffee. Without looking who it belonged to, I bended down on my knees and picked it up. It was when I got up on my feet that it was my turn to drop it, and I didn't bother to pick it up a second time. Bim was standing in front of me, and she looked amazing.

"H-hello, or, I mean, h-hi.." I stuttered.

She didn't slap me, she didn't scream at me. She didn't even stare weird at me.

"Hi, I'm.. uh.. sorry, about the.."

She looked down on my shirt, which made me look too. Oh, crap. The coffee was all over my shirt, and I hadn't even noticed. That was how big this was, meeting Bim. I didn't even feel the burning hot coffee all over me.

"Oh, it's fine!" I hurried to say.

"Wait, hang on.." She said and started digging for something in her purse.

She got up a package of tissues, and handed them over with.. was it a friendly smile? I gladely accepted it, and started to rub away the stains with the paper.

"So.. uhm, where are you going?" I asked, while still trying to get the dark colour away.

"I was just going to the kitchen, I left a soda there, like two days ago.."

Wait, had she been in the dormitory-kitchen two days ago? Was she there every night? How did I not think of that? My mind was blowing up with curses. I'm such an idiot, I thought and mentally slapped myself. If I had gone there sometime, I could've talked to her, and we would probably been friends by now.
All the thoughts I had had earlier this morning, about not needing her anymore, was gone. The memories of the sweet, pinkhaired girl with the deep scars under her sleeves, made me feel everything but lonely. She had really been a good friend, at least while we still were.
I could feel the awkwardness after her answer to my question.

"Oh, okay..!" I said.

I knew it would be a huge risk, but I couldn't control my tongue as my words flew out of my mouth.

"So.. where have you been? Like, you haven't exactly been to classes.. Where have you been staying?"

Shut up, Kath, I thought to myself after all the intrusive questions.

"I've, uhm.. I haven't felt like going to classes. And.. well.. I've just.. been places.."

I understood why her answers were more inward than open, I wouldn't have explained it all either if it was me. So I nodded. And then something weird happened. Bim took a step closer to me, with a smile that showed nothing but pity.

"Hey, Kath.."

I knew exactly what she was going to say. It was what people had been saying to me all day, ever since it had happened. I did expect it though, it was all over the news. It had just really been getting exhausting. But it was different with Bim. She could tell me I looked ugly, and I would still be thinking that it was a miracle that she was even talking to me.

"I heard what happened, and.. I just, I'm really sorry.. I know we haven't exactly been best friends lately, but still.. No one should have to go through that."

The biggest relief lifted from my shoulders, like the feeling that I had been caring a truck just disappeared. I had to take a few breathes to be able to speak again.

"T-thank you.." I said low, smiling. "It's.. I appreciate it."

She gave me a small grimace, which I thought originally was going to be a smile.

"Well, I gotta go.. Bye." She said and started walking past me.

"But.. wait! Your coffee!" I shouted after her.

"It's all yours." She said.

"O-okay! See you around!" I said after her.


I had finally changed my shirt to a grey, similar one. It didn't look quite as good as the last one, but I didn't care. What had just happened was mindblowing, considering my and Bims history. I had been happy with just walking past her without hearing her throw up or say something mean, so hearing what she had to say to me, and see her so.. friendly, was totally amazing.
I looked at the clock. Shit. Classes started in five minutes. I ran down the hallway, and saw to my dismay that it was empty outside, and that the doors were closed. Not only would I get a "late arrival"-stamp on that, but the embarrassment would be awfully big. But, I had to. So I knocked on the door, and I could litterally feel all the eyes inside there land on the door, and all the talking ended immediately. I could also hear a pair of high heels walk over to the door, and suddenly, the large door opened. I was right. Everyone was staring at me. I tried to find Zayn among them all, but I didn't succeed. Unfortunaly, I spotted Tim. Not only was he staring at me with a smirk, but the only available chair was next to him.

"Miss Baker, find your seat next to.." Our teacher said and stared at Tim, waited for him to speak.

"Oh, just Tim." He said, and she cleared her throat.

She pointed at the chair, and while I was walking over there, a huge sigh left my mouth. I sat down, and I could instantly feel the amount of eyes on me lessen, but Tims gaze grew stronger.

"What?" I spat at him low.

"Well, I'm used to sit next to a curly, brownhaired, and tall girl, so this is absolutely a change I'm not complaining about."

I raised an eyebrow.

"Are you talking about Harry?" I whispered.

"Yeah." He chuckled.

I couldn't keep myself from giggling. This jerk actually had a sense of humor.
The class went by slowly, but surprisingly was I more than okay with that. Lately, with everything that had been going on, I had forgotten the one thing that actually made sense in my life. Music. That was me, my soul was builded up by music. I couldn't live without it. As I was singing my lungs out, and feeling the guitar strings against my fingertops, I remembered the feeling again. The feeling that told me that everything was going to be okay. That the music could heal me. I was actually sad when the class ended, but as I was walking out, I saw Zayn. And all over again, I got butterflies in my stomach. I hadn't deticated a single thought about Harry so far, and I wasn't planning on doing that either. He had actually behaved stupid last night, he had to keep in mind that the compition had to move on.
I shouted Zayns name, and when he finally noticed me, a smile played with the corners of his mouth. He penetrated through the crowd and finally found my hand.

"C'mon, let's go somewhere more calm." He suggested.

I couldn't think of any better, so I nodded and followed his steps. While we were walking through the endless crowd of people, I remembered the first time we met, at the bonfire. I remebered Niall screaming that I now had Zayn in front of me, since Niall was the one introducing me to everyone. And I had looked up, and thought that he was gorgeous. I remembered the exact feeling I had gotten by his shining eyes, and his small stubble of black beard. The feeling, only bigger, was still there when Zayns soft hand held mine.

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