As soon as we got back, I called Lizzy again. This time she answered. "Listen up, Liz. I have got a plan, and it's got to work. I'm in England so you can't help, but I'm getting payback on Hannah." I explained everything to her. The meeting, why we're here, what my plan was. She finally ended the conversation with a, "You have a little Devil in that Angel eyes." I laughed. "You know me so well." I hung up and sat on the couch. For some reason, Zayn was in our room again. "Want a sandwich?" he asked. I laughed. "Because I'm the pimp, right?" He smiled. Hannah was already fast asleep in her room, so he sat with me on the couch. We munched on our sandwiches for a little while before either of us said something. "Does Hannah have an interest in guys like me?"
"She has a 1D obsession."
"No, I mean like... ex players and 'bad boys'." I laughed. Was he seriously asking me all this?
"I guess. She seems pretty interested in you."
"Nah. Maybe it's because I'm famous and all-"
"Dude. Your picture is the four corners of her room." It was his turn to laugh. "She seems nice enough, but I don't think she'd say yes if I asked her on a date." I didn't know what to say. Luckily, Italy's Yogurt called me at that second. Zayn peeked over and saw the caller ID. He laughed a little. I smiled and answered it. "Look. It's almost 12:30 at night. Call me in about nine hours." I hung up right after. I looked over at Zayn laughing hysterically. I laughed a bit and told him I was going to bed, and that he might want to leave unless he wants to get a picture painted or made into some Italian meal. "Can I sleep on the balcony?" he asked. Hannah's window showed the balcony. I thought a bit and said it'd be a nice morning surprise. I opened the closet and tossed him a spare blanket and a couple pillows. "Thanks," he said. Slowly, Zayn leaned into my face.
I heard some noise outside my door and peeked my head out to see if Zayn was still there. He was. And so was my sister.
They were kissing.
A ping of jealousy hit me and i almost began to cry. I really thought Zayn and I would have a summer romance like I always wanted. I quietly shut the door. Jaci knew I was into him. Why would she betray me like that? I wouldn't do that to her- would I?
I pulled away first. Zayn had just asked about asking Hannah out not a half hour ago. Why was he kissing me? "Sorry. I wanted to see if you reacted." I started to boil. "Want my reaction?"
I knew it was wrong. But it was for Hannah.
I punched him in the nose. "Oh my- what the hell was that for?!" he said, holding his nose. I noticed a trickle of blood coming down. Perfect. "Get the hell out of my room. I don't want to see you until the morning, Mr.Player." I grabbed the blanket out of his arms and pushed him out the door. After I shut it, I sat on the floor up against the door. My head throbbed. But so did my heart. That wasn't part of the plan at all, I told myself. Yet that kiss was perfect. So warm, so soft, so... full. I started to sob. I couldn't do that to Hannah. As much as I wanted payback, this was not it. I got up and climbed into bed slowly. After sobbing into my pillow and a quick prayer, I drifted off to sleep.