I wake up because of the sound of my alarm clock, I can't believe I only slept two hours. I go into the bathroom and put gently some foundation on to diminish the dark circles and puffiness; I don't want them to notice my lack of sleep. As soon as I'm ready and changed, I go downstairs.
The house is empty - which means my morning is going well. I notice there's a note on the fridge:
"Cassie, I had to leave early to work; there was an emergency. Your breakfast is on the kitchen. Eat."
The word 'eat' was written really hard and emphasized. I walk to the kitchen and take a sip of my hot chocolate... Today I will satisfy my stomach.
I go out of the house with my backpack on one of my shoulders and my cigarettes on my jacket. After walking a few long and exhausting blocks, I arrive at school. I try to focus on one thing: find the dark-haired boy.
I jump when I feel hands on my hips. Suddenly, the stranger begin to tickle my sides mercilessly. I let out a laugh and turn around.
"Zayn!" I give him a big and tight embrace. "I missed you so much." I move away from him and he smiles.
"You think I didn't?" He keeps smiling that charming smile of his. "My mom didn't like that man from the other day... Today she has another date-" I interrupt him.
"I would give everything to see you with a suit on." I laugh as he gives me a warning glare.
"Do you wanna come over tonight?" He asks nicely. "At least it won't be boring." He shrugs.
"Sure! I haven't seen John today, that's a good start to the week!" I grin as we enter the halls of the school.
"Cass..." I look at him. "Today's friday."
I frown confused but cheerful.
"Actually, that's a lot better! I mean, ending the week without seeing his ugly and stupid face is the best gift in the entire world!" I sigh.
"What's wrong?" He asks me, giving me a worried glance.
"I have to tell you a lot of things, Malik." A frown appears on his face. "That's what happens when you disappear from one day to other." I complain.
"I have to tell you a lot of things too." He replies, ignoring half of my sentence.
We walk into our literature class. During this hour, I tried my best to tell everything to Zayn and vice versa. My literature teacher is used to our endless talks; I think that's one of the main reasons why I adore her. My next classes are going to be without Zayn, which makes me really sad but I'll see him outside the school.
The impulse to run away is always present; today is not the exception. I guess my geography teacher won't mind not having me in his class for a day...
I walk through the hall as fast as I can. Some minutes later, I'm already outside. With a slight smile I go to the parking lot. My eyes meet Zayn's Ducati-
Oh, fuck. I'm such an idiot. I forgot to ask him for the keys... Damn it. Now I have to go back to classes. You're a genius, Cassie.
"Come in!" My teacher replies. I reluctantly open the door ans find my teacher looking accusingly at me. "Late, Stonem." He looks at the class and, with his eyes, gentlt invites me to take a seat.
One fucking seat left... Guess with who.
"What?" I ask him, noticing that he's looking at me.
"Nothing..." He replies and keeps writing what the teacher is writing.
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nobody's home; harry styles.
Fanfiction"It was time for her to open her eyes and get rid of her demons... But is it possible to escape from what lives inside of ourselves?" A story in which a girl is too afraid to be helped and a boy wants to save her at all costs.
