Like A Love Song *Sequel to February 14, 2013*

After what felt like forever, he finally looked up at me. It frustrated me so much that I couldn't see his face in the darkness. The lights beaming behind him made it even harder to tell. I could barely see the smirk on his face. He took a step closer while I was frozen on the spot, our bodies almost touching.
"Hello beautiful."


5. Time Flies

Jenna's POV:


Two weeks.

It's now been about two weeks since I told Zayn I wanted to take things slow. And I still don't know what I want.

We talk briefly during school, not even half as much as we used to. I'm the one that's making it awkward, like I knew I would eventually. Every time he tries to talk to me I just shut down. No eye contact, short responses. I can tell he's getting tired of it but for some reason won't give up.

Niall's been very distant. I'm lucky if I can get two words out of the guy. We had so much fun the night we went out for a walk in the city, but since then he's been avoiding me. I keep thinking, did I do something wrong?

He doesn't talk to actually any of us much anymore. Liam tries the hardest. Always asking to hang out after school or to sit with him at lunch, only to be rejected every time. I feel bad for Liam, his best friend is slipping away.

Harry and Louis have been normal. Which doesn't happen a lot, so I'm cherishing the moment. Right now, they're honestly the ones keeping us all sane. Each of us have our own issues, just bottled up inside and dying to come out. But that won't benefit anything.

My mum isn't feeling well, been that way for about a week. Not in a sick, headache-y kind of way, more in a I-have-a-secret-that's-driving-me-off-the-edge kind of way. But I know she'll tell me if it concerns me, otherwise she likes to be left alone.

Zayn asked to talk after school. I don't even have to question what it's about, and it bothered me all throughout the day. I knew I couldn't put it aside much longer, might as well deal with it now.

"Hey!" Zayn called out in the parking lot. I smiled and made my way over to him, my hands resting on the straps of my back pack.

And here.. we.. go...

"You wanted to talk?" I asked, for confirmation.

"Yep," he answered. "I wanted to get some things out of the way."

Wonder what that would be, I mumbled to myself. He gave me a questioning look, but decided to ignore my comment. "Have you thought about, you know.. It?" He asked, stuffing his hands in his pockets and inched closer. "I have." I answered truthfully. "Do I.. Get a chance?" He asked in an innocent voice, shrugging his shoulders up to his ears.

Something didn't feel 100% right about dating Zayn. I don't know exactly what it is, but it didn't matter.

I want this adventure.



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