The Bad Boy’s Girl

That class needed and I tell you it felt long because I knew people were staring back at me, I found myself walking in the hall. I seen zayn walk up next to me. His hands were in his pockets his eyes focused on his face.

"Hey." I said, being the first one to speak when he was just staring at me. Made me feel some type of way.

"Hello." He spoke calmly. His hands inside of his leather jacket pockets.

"I've got a question." I said softly. Looking up at his tall figure.

"okay?" He said in a shy kind of voice.

"what type of girls does Harry like?" I asked him, feeling sort of embarrassed the fact I asked him. I should have asked Louis or something. Dammit.

His lips quirked up on a smile, "Harry likes all kinds of girls. Why do you ask?"

"I don't know it just ran across my mind." I lied. "Has he had past girlfriends?"

"No." He said simply. "But he use to hook up with girls, mess around." He whispered.

"Oh." I said the thought of Harry in bed with another girl. Just bothered me.

"Don't think to much about it." He said, "anyway. I gotta go. Catch you later." He spoke and turned off into a different hall."

dont think to much about it. I tried to fight with my thoughts.

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