“Sorry,” Zayn muttered pulling his shirt back over his head. I sat on the edge of my bed with folded arms and a pout. “I’ll try to come back later if it’s not too late.” He promised kissing my forehead before walking out. I sighed looking around my messy bedroom. Things were heating up (if you know what I mean) until we were interrupted yet again. This time it was Niall calling to inform Zayn that they had been called into the studio. Since we got back together (exactly two weeks ago) it seemed as though our time together was always cut short. That wasn’t exactly settling seeing as how my birthday was in a week and classes returned in two weeks. Plus time was running down and soon Zayn and the rest of the boys would have to go back to Europe. We hadn’t discussed what that meant for our relationship, but we were both procrastinators.
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After tweeting I pushed myself off the bed going to shower. We may not have gone past very heavy kissing, but I needed to clear my head. After drying off with a clean towel I padded back into my bedroom and searched for lounging clothes. I settled on black soffee shorts and a white camisole throwing my hair into a bundle on the top of my head. I made my way to the kitchen deciding to fix dinner. Sammy was supposed to get home early and take out just didn’t sound good two nights in a row. As I sauteed mushrooms and peppers in a wok the door opened. Sammy walked in looking slightly peeved. I opened my mouth to speak, but she cut me off.
“You know when a girl breaks up with her boyfriend most guys would take it as a sign to ask said girl out, but not Harold Edward Styles. Nope, that jackass chooses to wear a fucking chip on his shoulder the size of Texas.” She ranted as she slumped onto the couch.
“What happened?” I asked continuing to cook. It wasn’t so much the attention she needed.
Sammy threw up her hands. “I don’t know.” She turned to look at me, “I thought texting him was a good idea, but it wasn’t. I’m not even sure why I care so much.”
“Because you like him and he likes you. You’re both too stubborn to admit it.” She grimaced at my words as I turned to the oven to check on the chicken that I was baking.
Sammy sighed, “Whatever.” She smiled suddenly jumping up to come into the kitchen. “So…” she wagged her eyebrows eying me curiously.
“So what?” I asked closing the oven with my foot. Sammy was being weird. Or should I say more weird than usual.
“Did you and the Bradford bad boy reconnect?” she shimmed her shoulders nudging me playfully.
I groaned. “No. He had to leave.” The goofy smile on Sammy’s face disappeared. “That’s not even the problem. The real problem is we don’t do anything couple like.”
“You two spend more time together than my parents.” Sammy pointed out.
I shook my head, “No, we don’t go out, like on a date. We never have.” I suddenly realized. My face clouded over in thought. I folded my arms and turned to my best friend suddenly. “Why haven’t we gone out?” I demanded.
“Well I had a boyfriend and now you have a boyfriend so...” she joked trailing off as a death glare was delivered from me. Sammy rolled her eyes, “I don’t know. Maybe he’s waiting to do something really special. Don’t ask me.” She shook her head quickly turning to walk away. “I’m going to shower. The food better be ready when I get out.” She walked into the bathroom closing the door behind her. I rolled my eyes and went back to cooking. My mind swam with wonder. Surely Zayn knew that we hadn’t actually gone out. He had to.
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