Crashing into Harry(A One Direction fan fiction)

Mikayla Alexandra Patterson is the daughter of a popular news anchor. When she has to fill in for her mother for an interview, she has no idea she has the interview One Direction. Before all this, Mikayla meets Harry by crashing into him. She keeps crashing into him. Each time sparks fly. What happenes next? Especially since she starts to fall for Liam. And what if her new best friend starts to fall for her too? Then Mikayla's perfect world with One Direction crumbles down when she gets a call. Heartbreak, love, trustworthiness, saddness, and despair all play a huge factor in this compelling fan fiction about One Direction.

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25. Zayn Loves Me?

***Zayn’s POV***

I finally caught up with her. She was a t a diner called New York Café .I saw her in the window talking and laughing with some guy. Jealousy burned through my mind and heart like wildfire. It took over my body. I couldn’t control it. I wasn’t going to tell her but now I am. Maybe then she will finally understand. I was standing in the pouring rain, watching my best friend who I had an ultimate crush on and who was also dating one of my other best friends, talk to a guy who was hitting on her. I watched them exchange numbers and snap a pic of each other. I gritted my teeth and pulled out my phone.

“Hello?”

Her voice made me forget why I was mad and jealous. She made me weak at the knees.

“Hey Mik. Where are you?”

I didn’t want her to know I was here and have been here the entire time.

“I’m at a café. It’s called New York Café.”

“Okay. I’m right behind you.”

I watched her as she walked out of the café and stopped to talk on the phone to me.

“Wha-“she said and turned around.

Her eyes lit up as she saw me. I smiled. I put down my phone and walked up to her.

“Zayn. I’m so sorry. I should have never walked off like that.” Mikayla began to apologize.

I hugged her hard. She was warm and all the jealousy I felt before was gone. Out the window. All I felt was love and attraction to this beautiful girl in my arms. But she wasn’t mine. She would probably never be mine. It hurt my heart to say that. But things are going to change in a few short minutes.

“I’m sorry too. I never should have said that.” I apologized.

“Then why did you?”

This question had been burning me. I had no idea why I did what I did. It just happened. There wasn’t a way to explain it.

“Well it’s because I-“

***Mikayla’s POV***

“Well it’s because I love you.”

Those six words made my heart stop. Zayn loved me? But why? Why am I the one who everyone is falling for? Don’t get me wrong it felt good but I already had a boyfriend. I also had Harry falling for me and he was my first true love. He had been my first kiss. He had been the one to bring back my first memory after I lost it. But Liam was Liam. Liam was sweet, kind, amazing. Liam was the perfect boyfriend. Zayn was the perfect best friend. He is there when I need him and he told me he w=always will be.

“Zayn.” I started but he shushed me.

“I know. You have a boyfriend and Harry also loves you and now I do and you have no idea who to choose. I just needed to explain to you why I did what I did. I couldn’t tell you then because it would hurt you. Or at least that’s what I thought. It hurt you more when I told a lie then when I told you the truth. I just wanted you to know I love you and I will always be there for you. I always will be.” Zayn said.

I stared up at him in wonder. He just declared his love.

“Thanks Zayn. I will always be there for you too. And thanks for understanding about the whole you know.” I said.

“You’re welcome and thanks for understanding this.” He said.

I pulled him into another hug and we stood in the rain, for what seemed like hours in each other’s arms. It was just a hug. I breathed in Zayn’s scent. I have always noticed all the boys have different smells. Good ones I mean. Zayn always smelled like Gucci or something. Harry was strawberries and mint. Liam was woodsy and outdoorsy smell. Louis had a smell similar to Harry’s. Niall smelled different every day.

“You always smell good, Zayn.” I said, my voice muffled.

He laughed at my random comment.

“Well I try too.” He said.

I laughed with him. We fell back into a silence. I pulled away from the hug and began to walk down the street arm in arm with Zayn.

“Hey who was that boy you were just with?” he asked suddenly.

“Oh him. That was Aaron. Just a friend.” I said.

“Oh. I saw you with him. He didn’t look like he wanted to be friends. By the way I saw he was doing some major flirting and he was definitely hitting on you Mik. Be careful about that.” Zayn warned.

“I know. He is just a friend and he always will be. Maybe not even a friend. After a while he will forget about me and me him so no big deal.” I said.

“Yeah right. You are one hard girl to forget. You make an impression on everyone and anyone you meet.” Zayn said.

I just shook my head and laughed.

“You are my best friend Zayn. You would say that.” I said.

“No it’s true.” Zayn argued.

“Fine. I’m too tired to argue. Let’s just get home and dry off.” I said.

We walked down the sidewalk and came to a cross walk. We checked to make sure no one was coming and we started across. We were halfway across when disaster broke loose.

I slipped on a slick part of the road and Zayn bent to help me up. I pulled him down with me and he landed in a puddle. I laughed at him and stood up. I helped him up and then light flooded the street. I turned around and then blackness overtook me. All I felt was Zayn’s hand in mine.

 

 

 

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