I'm Trying To Be OK

Amber has worked hard to provide a great life for her little sister, Lily. When their father experiences a painful -and unexpected- death, their mother decides to choose a different life. Therefore, Amber is given no other choice other than to begin raising 3 year old Lily by herself at the age of just 16. Now Lily is going to be 5 years old and has become a big fan of One Direction, When Amber finally sets aside enough money to score tickets to a concert, the boys become very interested to know more about them. Their lives instantly change into something better than anything they could have ever imagined. Find out what happens throughout their journey of love, trust, risks, and happiness.


39. Us


When we were officially alone, Zayn pulled me into his arms and hugged me tight. I pulled back slightly after a couple of seconds and pushed my forehead against his. Our lips touched and electric waved soared through my body, causing me to smile. Our noses touched and I was longing for the taste of his lips. He finally leaned in slowly, and I took the back of his neck and forced his lips onto mine. My fingers tangled his hair and he held my waist as I continued to kiss him passionately. Unfortunately, when I ran out of air, I had to pull back. I took deep breaths and looked into his eyes. "England is too far away..." I whispered.

"Come with me." He answered squeezing my hipbones. 

"I can't, Zayn. This is... This is too much to handle."

"I can make it easier for you. I love you." 

"I know you do. But I'm confused!" I whimpered. "I don't know what i want or how I feel. I can't just pack up and leave. I have a job and my mother back in my life." He leaned in again and kissed me once more. 

"You have a couple of days to think about it." I felt something pound against my butt and I turned my body around and looked down at Lily. "Morning, Sunshine." Zayn said. I bent down and adjusted her skirt, then kissed her little cheek. She still hadn't cracked a smile. I told her to go to the kitchen and ask one of the boys to get her the breakfast plate I'd saved for her, and she scurried off. Zayn grabbed my waist again and pulled me into his warmth, starting a full force make out. My phone buzzed unexpectedly in my back pocket and I sighed as I pulled away. Noah was calling me. "Maybe you should talk to him..." Zayn whispered, obviously aware of the call I was receiving. I cleared my throat nervously and answered it. 


"Amber. Uh, we should uh, talk. Yeah, we need to talk." 

"I'm talking with someone else right now." I closed my eyes.

"It's that dickhead isn't it?" 

"Don't talk about him like that, Noah." 

"I'll say whatever I want about him. Just... Let's meet up." 

"Not right now."

"I need to see you." he whined. "Please."

"I'm not giving you another chance. I can't do this with you anymore. You ruined it. Again." 

"Oh what.... So now you're gonna run off with that English prick?"

""No, stop it. I don't know what I'm doing."

"I thought you loved me. Not him."

"Yeah, that's what I thought too. Just leave me alone, Noah. For good this time." And with that, I hung up, with tears streaming down my pale face.

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