Jar Of Hearts

Harry was a player. He didn't know why, he never wants to hurt girls. He couldn't stop himself. Then a new girl in school moves to his town. She changes everything..
After changing everything, she also changes another boys look on love. That boy, is Zayn.
This is a great story of love triangle, friendship, drama, and comedy.


8. Maybe

"See you Monday?" Christina asked Zayn and I. "Definately." he smiled. "Good." she let go of his arm. I looked away from Zayn and her, then back to Louis and Anna. "Monday?" I asked. "Lunch?" Anna suggested. "Perfect, see you then." I smiled. "I'll be sitting with Harry, Liam, and Niall." Louis told us.

"You suck." I said, smiling back to him. "Watch it girl." he pointed to me. The sun was just about setting, but it was still stupid enough to get on the back of a motorcycle with him. Considering, it looks very romantic.

"Ready to go home?" he asked, handing me the helmet. "Yes, just one question." I said.

"Anything." he smiled. I smiled and looked up at his eyes. "You like Christina?" I smiled. His eyes widened. "No, no no." he shook his head, he climbed the bike as he secured his helmet. "She's, not my type." he looked to me.

"Shut the hell up. You like her," I said as I climbed up onto the bike behind him. All he did was sigh.

"I like someone else." he said, as he sped off. "Who!" I shouted.

"I can't tell you." he said. I looked down at the pavement. I gripped his waist tighter. It obviously wasn't me. I mean, I'm Amy. I laughed to myself.


He dropped me off next to his house. "I'll see you Monday." he smiled. "Yup." I nodded. He walked into me, hugging my waist tightly. "Bye Zayn!" I shouted. "Don't shout you're right near me." he laughed. I laughed too, waving to him as I walked home.

When I climbed in, I looked out the window. He was watching me. When I wasn't in sight, he smiled at the ground, and put his hands around his neck as he smiled, and pulled off the helmet and put in some kind of case. He walked into his house still smiling.

"Oh my god." I said to myself. What if Zayn DOES like me? I was interrupted by my thoughts when my mom came in, wishing to speak with me.

"Yes mummy?" I smiled. "I know you went to that party. I know you got drunk." she said to me. Honestly, I was in no position to lie.

"Yes mum, I was." I said guiltly. "I'm not going to ground you, but tell me how you felt this morning?" she sat forward. "My head hurt, my stomach was turning, and my eyes were heavy. It didn't feel fabulous." I said. "Is that enough punishment for you?" she questioned. "Yes." I said sincerly, my eyes wide open.

"Good." she sat back. "So, onto a, different note, I saw you get on the back of a motorcycle with Zayn." she triggered even more guiltiness. "Yes." I sighed. She smiled, and she left. I arched my eyebrows together. "You're not mad?" I shouted. "No? You're 16, you're going to do these types of things with boys. And besides, I know you fancy him." she said. "I do not!" I denied. "Look at you. You're all red."

Maybe mum was right. What if I did like him. Maybe more than like.

Maybe I loved Zayn.

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