Three's a Crowd

Rose and Zayn have been best friends since before they can remember. When Zayn's life is completely turned upside down and he becomes 1/5 of the world's biggest boyband, he and Rose reconnect. Upon reuniting with Zayn, Rose meets the rest of the band, and nothing could prepare her for what was to come.


6. Tension

Rose POV


I came back to the table after using the restroom, and immediately I noticed some tension amongst the boys. I sat down, looking slightly confused. "Is everything ok...?" I asked cautiously.


Niall patted my knee and said "Don't worry about it babe, just stressing over Christmas gifts."


Event though the lie was blatantly obvious, I shrugged and tried to pull my mind away from it. It probably wasn't important. I liked Niall, he was sweet, and I could definitely picture being friends with him. Plus, I liked his accent.


Conversation started up again, and I was content to sit back and listen. The boys were hilarious, especially Louis. He was just so carefree and blunt about everything, I loved it. I could tell Liam was definitely the responsible one of the group. Unlike the other boys, who were rowdy and cheeky, Liam was reserved and polite, but he still smiled and enjoyed listening to everyone talk. I noticed Zayn kept looking over at me sideways, and each time he did I smiled, and after a while, I put my hand on his thigh and squeezed it reassuringly. We would have alone time later, I'd make sure of it. Nothing romantic, just two best friends catching up.


After a while, Zayn started up the conversation by saying, "So Rose, how was your birthday? I got you a present."


My head shot up and I looked up at him smiling. "Oh, Zayn, you didn't have to get me a present! It's wonderful that I even get to see you."


He shrugged, a small smile playing on his lips, and said, "Of course I had to, you're my best friend Rose," and I smiled at him again. "I'll give it to you later," he promised.


Suddenly, a hand shot over and smacked Zayn accross the back of the head. It was Harry.


"Bloody hell, Harry," Zayn muttered, rubbing the spot Harry had hit him, "what was that for?"


"You didn't tell us it was her birthday!" Harry exclaimed.


"Actually it was a few days ago," I mumbled, a little embarassed over the fuss.


Harry waved away that last comment. "Well now I definitely have to get you a present," he said, winking again, ignoring my sounds of protest. I'll admit that I was flattered though.


I could tell the attention Harry was giving me was really bothering Zayn, and it frustrated me that I didn't know the reason behind his annoyance.


"Well, thanks for the thought Harry," I said, "but you really don't have to. Actually, I'd like some air, do you want to join me Zayn?"


He nodded gratefully, and we left the table. As soon as we got outside, I turned to him.


"Zayn. What's going on between you and Harry? Why are you getting so worked up whenever he talks to me? He's just being polite."


Zayn stood in front of me, his hands in his pockets, looking at me helplessly. "Because I know Harry," he said, "and he's never 'just being polite'. He's one of my best mates and all, but I see the way he looks at you, and it's how he looks at every girl right before they end up in his bed."


I stared at Zayn, my mouth slightly open. "You think he wants to sleep with me?" I asked bewildredly.


He nodded, looking slightly embarassed.


I sighed, running my fingers through my hair. "I'm a big girl Zayn," I said,"I can take care of myself. Thank you though, for looking out for me. I know your heart's in a good place."


He nodded again, this time offering me a small smile before he spoke, "So, would now be a good time to ask what happened with James?"


I felt a lump form in my throat, and I avoided eye contact with him. "Not today, Zayn," I whispered. "Not today."


He nodded, and wrapped his strong arms around me, burying his face in my hair. "Whenever you're ready Rose. I won't push it."


I nodded and gave him a sad smile, thankful to have him there. The door to the restaurant opened, and Harry stood there, looking at us. We pulled apart, and Zayn gave my shoulder a small squeeze.


"Oh, sorry if I interupted anything," Harry said, and his eyes looked so sincere, I just couldn't see the man-whore that Zayn described. "I just wanted to check to make sure things were alright."


Zayn nodded stiffly, and I smiled at Harry. "Thanks, and yeah, we're alright, we're coming back inside now, actually."


Harry nodded and went back inside, and I looked back up at Zayn. "I'll be ok," I said. "I promise."



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