The Rebound Girl ~ Book 1 ~ Completed!

Liam is having a hard time after his break up with Danielle and when he meets Bess Boone he sees her only as the rebound girl. When Harry begins to really fall for her though things are bound to get complicated. In the meantime, Bess is fighting depression.The story contains cigarette use, a little bit of bad language, and some possible mature content, so, be aware of that.

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22. Zayn's Helping Hand

Zayn’s POV:

‘I’ve been roaming around always looking down and all I see …’ Harry sang distractedly at rehearsal and Zayn looked at him, shaking his head. He’s like a love sick puppy, Zayn thought. Harry stopped, coughed a couple of times and said, ‘I’m sorry. I think I should start over.’

‘Well, that was bad,’ Liam commented coldly, crossing his arms across his chest.

‘What did you say, mate?’ Harry asked, glaring.

‘Oh, I think you heard me,’ Liam replied.

‘Here we go again,’ Louis complained, rubbing his forehead, while Zayn and Niall looked at each and rolled their eyes. Harry and Liam were at each other’s throats the last couple of days and had interrupted rehearsals too many times. Harry kept calling and texting Bess but she wouldn’t return any of them while Liam was simply angry with everything that had happened.

Niall sat down on the floor with his legs crossed and reached for his phone, yawning, while Zayn jumped down from the stage and headed to the table with all the food. He grabbed a peach, wiped it on his shirt and took a bite from it. Paul climbed on the stage just in case the two boys felt all heroic and thought about throwing a punch or two. Louis stood behind Harry, holding his arm.

‘You couldn’t find a girl of your own and you had to sleep with mine!?’ Harry shouted and Zayn wiped some fruit juice away from his mouth with the back of his hand, thinking that he hadn’t seen Harry that angry before.

‘You were with Rosie!’ Liam argued in a loud voice.

‘She was a rebound! Just like Bess is for you!’ Harry yelled at the top of his voice.

‘Bess’ not just a rebound,’ Liam said in denial.

‘She sort of is, mate,’ Louis intervened.

‘Stay out of this, Lou,’ Liam said, pointing a warning finger at him.

‘You’re still in love with Danielle, mate,’ Niall said simply. He was texting and didn’t bother lifting his head up. Liam fell silent and Zayn knew that at the mention of his ex’s name, Liam had forgotten all about Bess. His mind was probably full of Danielle now.

‘Can we go back to rehearsing now?’ Zayn asked tiredly and everybody agreed. As he walked towards the stage, his phone rang. It was Bess. He was a little surprised but answered. ‘Hey, love, I was just thinking about you.’

You were?’ Bess asked, laughing a little.

‘Yeah,’ Zayn replied, smirking but when he realized that she couldn’t see him, he shook his head, feeling like a total goofball. ‘What can I do for you, babe?’ he asked, climbing on the stage.

I need your help …’ she said, her voice trailing off.

‘I thought you might,’ Zayn chuckled before he asked, ‘Meet me at Closer café at 8?’

Sure. See you then,’ she replied and hung up. Zayn put his phone in his pocket and grabbed the microphone.

‘Who was that?’ Harry asked, eyeing him suspiciously.

‘Just a friend, Haz,’ Zayn lied. ‘Relax, mate, okay?’ he told him, patting him on the shoulder. Harry nodded and the boys began rehearsing again.

A few hours later, Zayn waited for Bess at Closer café. He sat on a stool at the bar and had ordered a cup of tea. He looked at his watch. She was fifteen minutes late. He bowed his head and chuckled. Nobody had stood him up the last two years. He guessed Bess didn’t care about all his fame and all that. Bess finally barged into the café. When she spotted him, she smiled and walked to him.

‘I’m so sorry I’m late,’ she apologized, panting. She threw her bag, jacket and shawl on the counter and clumsily climbed on the stool. Her hair was everywhere and her cheeks were a deep shade of pink. Zayn stared at her, smirking. He realized now why Harry had fallen so badly for her. She was something. ‘Two buses that ran by the stop were out of service. I mean, come on!’ she complained and then she sneezed. Zayn laughed and Bess looked at him a little embarrassed.

‘So, you needed my help?’ Zayn asked, sipping his tea.

‘Yes,’ she replied and she was very serious now. ‘I love Harry and Liam, I really do, a lot, but I don’t want to cause any more trouble to them or to you guys, the band.’

‘It’s a little late for that,’ Zayn said, thinking out loud.

‘Oh,’ Bess said and looked at her knees.

‘But we are all mates. Harry and Liam will get over this,’ Zayn quickly added.

‘I don’t know what to do … I love them both so much,’ Bess said, playing with her fingers.

‘But with whom are you in love with?’ Zayn asked and she looked at him. Her deep brown eyes were always so sad and distant, he thought. She was a pretty girl.

Bess blinked, asking, ‘What are you thinking about?’

‘Nothing,’ he lied. ‘So, what does your heart tell you?’

Bess sighed the name, ‘Harry …’

Of course, Zayn thought. ‘See. Problem solved,’ he said, smiling.

‘Do you think Harry will take me back?’ she asked worried.

‘In a heartbeat,’ he replied and went on, ‘He broke up with Rosie the minute he got out of the hospital.’

Bess nodded and got off the stool. ‘Thank you, Zayn,’ she told him, flashing a happy smile.

Zayn chuckled and looked at his cup. What was wrong with him!? ‘No worries, babe. Glad I could help,’ he said and when she kissed his cheek, he swallowed with difficulty.

‘I have to go now,’ she said, putting her coat and shawl on. ‘You boys are great, honestly.’

‘Take care now,’ Zayn told her typically and watched her as she walked away.

*

Bess’ POV:

As I walked out of the café, I realized how much I had missed having guy friends. After my dad died, I pushed almost everyone away. Only Mina and Sophie were still around because they were my roommates. If they weren’t though, I’m pretty sure that I would have shut them out too. Zayn was a great guy. A really great guy actually.

Fifteen minutes later, I stood outside Harry’s door. This is it, I thought. I had everything planned out. He would open the door and I would tell him that I was in love with him for the first time. I had realized as I was walking here that I hadn’t told him before. I couldn’t wait to touch him, to feel him against me again. I took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

Pfft. Go away,’ Harry called from inside.

I frowned, thinking, what the hell? I knocked again.

GO AWAY,’ Harry shouted and I narrowed my eyes, annoyed. This kind of behavior will not be tolerated, I thought, searching my bag for the spare key Zayn had given me. I never gave it back to him and he hadn’t asked it back either. When I found it, I unlocked and walked inside.

Harry was lying on his sofa, in the dark, naked. Three bottles of beer were empty on the floor and a fourth one was half full in his hand.

‘Oh, look everyone, it’s Bess!’ Harry said loudly even though we were alone. ‘Ah, my love has come back to me,’ he went on sarcastically and then he laughed, his shoulders moving up and down.

‘You’re drunk,’ I told him, shutting the door.

‘I beg to differ,’ he grinned, sipping beer. I moved closer and he sat up, saying, ‘Lemme cover up the goods.’ Swaying a little, he put a cushion below his belly.

I smiled and grabbed his bathrobe from the floor. I sat next to him and he stared at me as I help him put it on. Harry then grabbed my face with both his hands and pressed his forehead against mine.

‘You’re mine, Bess,’ Harry said softly, his breath stinking of beer.

I nodded, ‘I am.’

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