Let Me Love You...

Darcy is just moving into LA and getting use to the city when she meets two mystery boys, who happen to be apart of the biggest boy band in thew world. But thats not even the best part... she might just fall for one of them.


14. "i'm not going"

My eyes fluttered open to find me in my room with the door shut. I smiled, shifting around in my bed to get comfy again but it only took a second for me to realize something.

“Zayn?” I hollered, getting up and checking the TV room. Not a soul in sight.

I screamed his name a couple more times until I had woken a very grumpy Laci up.

“what are you doing?” she growled at me.

“have you seen Zayn around?” I asked her, trying to be as sweet as I could, knowing full well Lac wasn’t a morning person.

“no,” she coldly replied, “why.”

I decided not to tell her about last night.

“oh it must’ve been a dream never mind,” I lied, brushing her back off to her room.

I quickly searched around but there was no trace of Zayn Malik anywhere. Upset, I sat on a bar stool by our island and began playing with the plant, placed In the center of it. My fingers traced the smooth, green leaf and noticed something yellow on the other side of it. I quickly reached for it, finding it was a note from Zayn. What was with them leaving notes? Ever heard of texting? Anyways it read: “hey, you fell asleep on the couch last night and I had to go. I hope you don’t mind but I carried you to your room and went to the hotel. Text me when you wake up -Zayn xx” under it were 10 numbers scribbled on it. That must’ve been his number. I reached for my phone, charging not too far away, and entered his number into my phone, quickly texting him back. “hey this is Darcy. I just woke up. Sorry for falling asleep I hope I wasn’t too bad” I tried to not text him too long of a message because he probably got texts from people all the time and the last thing he wanted was another girl texting him long paragraphs. He didn’t reply right away so I put my phone back on the charger and made my way to Laci’s room.

I knocked on the hard, wooden door, opening it up to find her on the phone, she hadn’t seen me walk in yet and continued with her conversation.

“yes I’m sure its what I want,” she reassured the mystery person on the other line.

“what do you want?” I asked, not noticing I had been eavesdropping.

She quickly told the person she had to go and hung up, giving me an annoyed look.

“ever heard of knocking?” she snarled at me. Jeez who woke her up on the wrong side of the bed?

“I did knock.”

“well knock louder!” she complained. I gave her a hurt look causing her to sigh, “I’m sorry, its just this decision! I don’t know if I want to go to another country for a guy I just started dating!”

“well I mean if you really like this guy then go. I can take care of the place for a couple of months,” I reassured her, coming to sit on the bed next to her.

“that’s the thing Darcy. I want you to come with me,’’ she explained, trying to sound nonchalant about the subject. I nearly chocked on my spit.

“you want me to what?”

“oh please Darcy! I wont know anybody there and I don’t know what to do having to hangout with five boys and only three girls!”

“I think you’ll be fine Lac,” I reassured her walking away but she quickly grasped my hand shoving me back to her bed.

“but I heard one’s a famous dancer and the other….well I don’t know! But I searched them both up and they’re absolutely stunning-”

“and I’m not?” I asked, cutting her off.

“no!! you are!! But I just want someone I know to be with me! Please Darcy. It would mean the world,” she begged, looking up at me with her puppy dog eyes.

“I said no Laci, I don’t want to go to England and that’s that,” I denied her request, walking out of the room and plopping onto the couch. She was quick to follow me.

“but Harry will be there and Zayn!” she reassured me. It made me feel uncomfortable that she thought I had a thing with either of them.

“all the boys will be there too, Laci” I spat back at her, “and I won’t. so please stop asking.”

Laci began to cry and beg but I was firm and stuck to my dreadful answer. She eventually gave up and escaped to her room, screaming “I’ll never forgive you for this.” but somehow I knew she would. And with that the conversation was over. I wasn’t going to England and after tomorrow I wasn’t ever going to see Harry again

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