Just Friends

"So," I smiled as I sat at the cafeteria table, in front of the new kid, Niall. I set my tray of food on the table. "have you made any friends yet?" He nodded. "That's good." I said picking up my apple and taking a bite out of it.
"What's his name?" I continued the conversation.
"He's coming to eat with us." He said, "You'll see."
I frowned confused, okay...
"Oh! There he is!" Niall said gesturing to a guy coming towards us. I turned around but as soon as I saw who it was I flashed my head back towards Niall.
"You're kidding me right?" I one hand on my forehead staring at the table. "Niall, you can't be friends with him he's-"
I was cut off by the guy sitting beside me on the bench of the table. "trouble." I finished under my breath as he and Niall did some kind of handshake.
"Hey there Brooke, haven't seen you in awhile." He winked at me.
"Hello Zayn..." I said coldly as I inched away from him on the bench.


21. (18) Too Hard

Brooke’s POV

Zayn never lets down his tough guy act. But he just did. Was he really sorry? I wondered. Obviously I wanted to go back to how things were but something was stopping me. If he really wants my friendship back he’s going to have to earn it, I decided.

/A few days later/

We’re sitting at lunch when Zayn speaks up, “I’m uh having an open house at my house Saturday.” I poke at my food not really listening. “Would you guys like to come?” He continues hopefully.

Niall chimes in. “Course mate.” And gives him a smile. I’m still looking down when I feel a nudge and look up and meet Niall’s eyes and he nods towards Zayn. “Sorry, um yeah I guess.” I say without thinking then put my fork down and smirk at Zayn mentally, “You changed, really, I can tell.” I think to myself.

But I liked parties so why should I sit this one out? We continue on the day as any other. It was Friday so the party was tomorrow. Niall was going to pick me up and we were going to show up together.

/The next day/

I tilt my head to the side as I admire myself in the mirror, tugging at my shirt and pursing my lips trying to decide if it looked good. I flick my hair off my shoulder and walk away from the mirror. I guess it looks fine. I hear a honk indicating Niall has arrived. I grab my phone and stuff it in my back pocket as I make my way down the stairs and out the door.

“Hey.” I smile walking in.

He greets me with a smile and we drive off. “So, you like parties?” I fire up a conversation.

He shrugs. “They’re not really my type but I guess I’ll try to pull it off.” He laughs and I join in with him.

I tear my gaze away from the window and look at him. “You’ll love them. And you better get used to them…”I smirk. “I on the other hand love them.” I turn my attention back to the objects zooming by outside and mumble “and so does Zayn.”

He nods and keeps driving. We finally get there and walk in. “Wow this place is huge.” Niall breathes and I smile at him. He’s so new to this. I take in a breath and let it out slowly and lead Niall inside. We walk through the kitchen and I pick up a glass of cherry liquor and Niall decides on a beer and we make our way to the living room.

People are pouring out of everywhere and the music is blaring making the floor thump to the rhythm. It’s been a while since someone’s hosted a party. I take a few big sips of my drink until I feel Niall tug on my elbow. My eyes flicker up to his. “Zayn is motioning for us to go see him, come on.” He drags me by my arm until we’re stood in front of him.

“Hi Niall” He smiles and then turns towards me. “Hi gorgeous.” I roll my eyes.

“I’d say the same to you but I’d have to be drunk off my ass to believe it.” I cross my arms over my chest, smirking and still holding my cup in one hand. I turn my attention back towards where the party is really going on and start nodding my head to the beat of the music and give one last look towards Zayn and Niall who are laughing and talking and take it as my queue to leave.

I was towards the couch and flirt with some guys who don’t stand a chance, but hey I’m having fun.

About ten minutes later I feel a weight beside me and notice Zayn’s built figure. “Ahhh, I see the screw up fairy has visited us again…”

He chuckles but rolls his eyes. “Why do you hate me?”

I ignore his question, narrowing my eyes at him. “I’m already picturing duct tape over your mouth.” I tilt my head to the side and take another sip of my drink which happens to be only a few drops. I groan and get up to get myself another.

Zayn leans over and takes it from my hands. “I’ll get another.”

I raise an eyebrow at him. “You are trying way too hard.” I laugh and walk towards the kitchen. 

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