"Hello?" I said, answering my phone.
"Hey girl!" My best girl friend Emma answered. "How was last night?"
"The concert was great," I replied truthfully. "How about your night? It sucks that you couldn't make it."
"My night was pretty boring," she replied, sounding a bit sad. "But anyway, I haven't see you in like 3 years! Breakfast at the Starbucks around the corner?" She asked me.
"Sure, I'll meet you there in five minutes Em." I replied, already going up to my room to change. After throwing on some black skinnies, a red button up shirt left open over a tank top and a beanie paired with some vans, I walked out the door to go to the Starbucks. When I walked out of the house, I noted that his car was gone. "Thank goodness," I said to myself, quietly.
When I got into the Starbucks, the bell above the door chimed my arrival. I saw Em almost bouncing in her seat, waiting for me, our usuals already placed on the table. "Tay!" She yelled. I walked over to her and threw my arms around her. We were exact opposites. She had blonde hair and I had black. She wore pink and I wore dark. The only thing we had in common were our eyes. Her's were a pale blue, and mine were a rich, deep blue, like the colour of the ocean.
"Hey Em." I said, hugging her back.
"I got our usuals," she said, gesturing to the cups of coffee sitting on the table. I nodded, taking a sip of my coffee. "So, you'll never guess what happened last night!" She exclaimed. She went on to tell me how this boy at the family gathering that she had to go to, had asked her out and how they had ended up kissing in her childhood treehouse. It was always like this. She was the pretty, fun and bubbly one , while I was that "weird, emo chick."
All of a sudden, I was distracted by the sound of the bell ringing, announcing someone's arrival. I turned around in time to see Luke Hemmings, Calum Hood, Michael Clifford and Ashton Irwin walk through the door. This caused quite a stir among the girls, including Emma. I was distracted by the tall, blonde one who was staring right at me. A lazy smirk spread across his face. I groaned inwardly. "Please don't come over here, please don't come over here!" I thought desperately to myself.
But no such luck. Luke gestured to the rest of the boys, and all four of them began walking to our table. "Hey there," Luke said to me. "Stalking me now, are we?" That stupid smirk was still plastered on his face. I rolled my eyes obviously at him.
"Why are you even here?" I shot back at him.
"Hey, we gotta eat too." He said, a chuckle escaping his lips. "Let me introduce the boys," he said, gesturing to the boys standing behind him.
"I know who they are." I said rudely, glaring at him. "Hi, I'm Taylor." I said, standing up and holding out my hand to them, smiling sweetly. They took it looking slightly bemused at the way that I was treating Luke. "This is my friend Emma," I said, gesturing behind me to where my friend was sitting, open mouthed.
"Nice to meet you," they all murmured in her general direction. "We've heard about you Taylor." Michael said, smiling at me before smirking at Luke.
"All good I hope?" I asked innocently, before shooting a dirty look at Luke.
"The best," Ashton filled in. Calum nodded from behind him. "Well, look, I'm going to go get some stuff, Calum, stay here and entertain this lovely lady," he said, indicating Emma, "and Luke, I'm sure you and Taylor have stuff to talk about? Come Michael." He commanded.
"Yes mam." Michael grumbled, following after Ashton.
Luke looked at me. "A word perhaps?" He asked, jerking his head outside.
I followed him outside grumpily, even stomping a little even though I knew that it was childish. "You look nice," he said, glancing at me.
"Thanks," I said, sourly. "What do you want?"
"I wish you would be a little bit nicer," he appealed, turning his breathtaking eyes on me. No, concentrate Taylor, concentrate. When I just glared at him, he sighed. "Please, let me make this up to you. I'm really not that bad of a guy." I scoffed. "Most of the time," he conceded.
"And why would I do that?" I laughed. "I don't owe you anything."
"Think of it as me owing you," he appealed. His eyes met mine again. Suddenly, it was hard to breathe. "Just give me a chance?" He pleaded, taking my hand. I wrenched it out of his grip. He sighed. "Come on Taylor. Please."
I glared at him. "One chance." I said. "Don't think that this means that I'm going out on a date with you," I said as a grin appeared across his face. It disappeared instantly, replaced by confusion. "This just means that I will tolerate your presence. Why are you so interested anyway?" I asked, eyeing him suspiciously.
"You interest me." He said, smirking again. "You weren't afraid or in complete awe of me for once. It was... Refreshing," his smirk stayed in place.
I rolled my eyes and walked away from him, stalking into the Starbucks.
I watched her as she interacted with the other boys, laughing at their jokes and occasionally cracking some herself. She was... Amazing. I felt an insane peal of jealousy as she touched Ashton's arm and looked at him with such warmth in her eyes. I had really screwed up that night. But I would fix it. Because if there was one thing that I had to have, it was her.