denny Schools Periods & Styles book

-Hey.-he said, smiling broadly.-What are you doing here?-he asked, wrapping me in his arms.-In London, I mean. I thought you lived in Holmes Chapel... -I did, actually. I moved here because of a school scholarship.-I replied, snuggling up to his chest.-What kind of a friend are you? I told you this long ago.-I laughed. Zayn and I had been friends since one summer in Bradford when I met him, years ago. Since my family visited Bradford repeatedly, we ended up being extremely good friends. Best friends, he called us.-Sorry I couldn't visit you...-I laughed nervously. -It's fine, at least you texted.-he laughed as I smiled. I pulled apart, sighing sadly.-What's up?-he asked as he hooked my arm with his. -It's just... never mind.-I said, shaking my head.-And what are you doing here?-I asked, confused.-Last time I checked, you lived in Bradford. -X Factor auditions.-he said, shrugging. Oh god, another one. -You too?-I moaned. He stared at me, perplexed.-Sorry, but it seems to me that everyone I meet is going to the X Factor!-I said, exasperated. -Well, of course, the auditions are here, and so is boot camp...-he explained, frowning at me. Oh, of course. I shook my head, laughing. -You're right. How stupid of me.-I said.-You came with your family?-I asked. He nodded distractedly, but stared at me and stopped.-What? -You're eventually going to tell me what's wrong. Why not now?-he asked inquiringly. I sighed, defeated. -I have to leave. Again.-I said, frustrated.-This time, I ...