Frankie

For the rest of the night, my brain was in a puzzle. I had sat down, stood up, hanged upside down, laid flat on my back, ate, watched TV, listened to music, just trying to escape Harry's haunting voice in the back of my head.

But I couldn't.

I knew deep down that I was going to have to face the question sooner or later. There wouldn't be a next time, since this is the last year. It was now or never.  In approximately two months would be the exams which would determine my future, and in exactly three, I would be having my first school dance and graduation.

The future wasn't waiting. Whether I wanted Zayn in it, or I didn't, was still uncertain to me. But it has got to the point where I can't see myself waking up on the brightest day, without a text good morning, or going to sleep on the gloomiest evening, without a text goodnight. 

It was too early and too soon to start calling the love shots. But I've reached a point where if it came down to it,  if it came down to the point where if a car was coming at him, I would shove him out of the way and let darkness consume me. But at the same time, I knew that he was a closed of person, and he didn't want to open up much with me, and that's okay too.

As for lust, well, its pretty clear from the previous nights that Iv'e been lusting for Zayn for a very long time, and I'm still lusting now. So in an unsatisfying way, Harry was right, I'm kind of in the mix. 

And the strange part is, for a girl who's never been in love, and in the shortest amount of time, has fallen for a born sinner. 

*

"Get dressed, I'll meet you in ten." 

"What, why? Where're we going?" I replied, taking another bite of my cracker.

"It's Saturday. I have no life, you have no life, but not today." Kingsley spoke through the phone.

"But I really was hoping to have a lazy Saturday." I groaned.

"Frankie, we are in our last year of school, before uni. Do you seriously want to spend your last days shitting around, talking about 'lazy Saturday'." He taunted.

His short speech made me sigh, knowing he was right.

"Formal or casual?"

"Casual, oh and wear comfortable shoes, cause what we're doing involves running." with that, he cut the call, and I turned around to walk to my closet.

I picked up the first shirt I could find,which was a white tee, with an awkward smiley face on it, then I picked out loose ripped jeans, with a black flannel tied on the bottom. And for shoes, I picked a simple pair of black flip-flops.

I set the outfit on my bed and picked up another cracker, stuffing it into my mouth. I looked over to the little speaker I had bought a little while ago, skipping towards it to turn on a little bit of music. The first song that came on was 'Don't look down' by Martin Garrix and Usher. I felt a sudden rush as the music boomed and I shoved another cracker in my mouth. I pulled my pyjama shorts off, so I could put on the blue, slightly ripped jeans. 

Just then, my phone rang again, which made me groan once more. 

Without (stupidly) looking at caller ID, I pressed the phone to my ear in annoyance.

"Hello?" I grumbled, mouth still stuffed with the cracker. 

"Slow down, you'll choke." The familiar deep voice which I had grown on to, laughed through the phone.

My head instantly went to my curtain which I stupidly forgot to shut the night before, to see Zayn sitting on his window sill, something he tends to do a lot, with the phone at his ear as well.

I could feel my cheeks getting hot alongside my neck and the tips of my ears. I gave a nervous chuckle, waving slightly at the window, but low key trying to swallow the reminder of the biscuits. I tucked a stray strand of my untamed curls from my face, looking shyly away from the window, to my phone, to end the call.

"No, no no, go on. Don't mind me, love." Zayn smirked, leaning his beanie clad head on his window sill. I must say, today he looked quite adorable. His outfit consisted of a black t-shirt, a black, long sleeved black plaid shirt over and grey jeans. And let's not forget that black beanie of his. 

I tried as fast as possible to swallow the reminder of crackers which was unattractively in stuffed in my mouth. 

"Go away, Zayn." I told him, once I was down emptying my mouth, walking closer to my window to get a closer look at him.

"Oh, but I insist you continue, I really was enjoying the view from the comfort of my bedroom." He teased.

I couldn't ignore the fluttering in my chest, even though I knew he was only teasing.

"Anyway, as much as I would love to embarass you a lot more, I wanted to ask. Let's do movies tonight?" Zayn said with a pure look of honesty, that I had never seen before on him.

"I would, but I already have plans..." I said quietly. 

"With who?" He asked curiously.

"No one special!" I rushed. "M-My sister." 

Zayn looked at me, this time with a look of distrust and a small pinch of hurt. I felt really bad about lying to him, but I knew he didn't like Kingsley, and I didn't want there to be any drama between the two today.

"Tell me. The truth." Zayn said quietly, but this time, his voice sounded dangerous, which sent shivers down my spine.

I kept my mouth shut, looking down, still not knowing how to respond without this turning into an argument.

"Francesca." Zayn spoke, using my full name, which caught me off guard.

"Kingsley." I muttered, looking anywhere but Zayn.

"Is this a joke?" Zayn said in anger.

How can you still talk to that sleazy slime-ball." He spat, squinting his eyes at me. At this point, I felt like a little kid who was being scolded for stealing the cookie out of the jar before dinner.

"He's still m-my friend, and he's a really great friend as well." I said, trying to slowly coax Zayn into accepting Kingsley.

"I don't trust him. He's all kinds of mad." 

"Do you trust me?" 

It was dead silent. The sound of my speakers still blaring silently, the birds chirping, and the sound of bikes, were the only thing interrupting the noiselessness. At that moment, Zayn's eyes looked empty, and kind of...guilty? Meanwhile, my heart was busy shattering inside its cage.

Just as I was about to turn my back-

"Of course I do." Zayn mumbled quietly.

Hear that? Yeah. That's the sound of constructors cementing my heart back together.

*

"Kingsley, what exactly are we doing?" I asked, turning to his excited face as we sat on the top deck of the red Double-Decker bus. (A/N: Louis girls where y'all at?) 

"I don't want to ruin the surprise." He squeaked. (A/N: I imagine him as Dylan O'Brien)

I turned away from him, and looked out the window. Iv'e never been at this side of London before. It looked quite busy and crowded. I observed the candies children ate, the beers old men drank and various drinks teenagers about my age had in hand. I looked infront of us, trying to make out the view of a large bridge like figu-

"The London Eye?!" I yelled excitedly, which earned me dirty looks from a few strangers, but I ignored them because the excitement was too much in my body. 

"Surprise!" He shouted, which made my eyes  grow in amazement. 

*

I checked the time and saw it was 6:17pm. Kingsley and I had been in the city of London for seven hours, and even that wasn't enough. I constantly sent pictures to Zayn and Sacari, showing them a timeline of my day. 

Firstly, we went to Sea life, next to the London Dungeon, Madam Tussauds, we did a tour of London, and we just finished going to the London eye, because apparently, to see the lights in the evenings were 'cooler'.

"Thank you so much Kingsley, this has been the best day ever." I thanked, as we boarded the bus for the thirty minute ride back home.

"You're welcome. I just thought I would do something nice for you since I haven't seen you in a while, you know?" Kingsley responded sweetly.

"You really have made my day." I said shortly leaning my head onto his shoulder. Neither of us really said a word, the silence was very comfortable.

Now I know what you're thinking. Oh she better not be copping feels. Zayn is bae, and Kingsley better not get hurt.

But no. In all honesty, I picture Kingsley being the older brother I never had. We have a lot in common, and we both have a similar situation. His mum died of leukemia and his dad left right after his mum died. So he had been by himself all this while, with his little sister and his aunt, who dropped by every now and then. He understands me, even though he's shit scared of my boyfriend, he still continues to be my friend, which I appreciate.

"We're here." Kingsley said gently, breaking me out of my thoughts.

"That was quick." I laughed, walking of the bus.

"Less traffic I guess. Anyway, I'm going the other way, so I'll see you in school on Monday yeah?" He announced, giving me a little hug. 

"Monday. Thanks again!" I waved, as we both turned our separate ways. I wasn't too worried about the walk home. The bus stop was only five minutes away from home. 

As I walked up my driveway, I didn't fail to notice Zayn sitting on his stairs, deep in thought.

"You alright?" I called out to him, making his head shoot up. 

"Come here for a minute?" He asked.

"Please."