It was another typical day in school. It was ten in the morning in Biology class. I was getting bored as I was not paying attention to what Mr Eddric was teaching. My mind was wondering, wondering to someone. Someone I wished he was mine. Someone whom I am proud to called my best friend. It was Zayn. His shimmering brown eyes, dark brown hair and muscular arms. I sat behind him in class, watching his hair falls perfectly that I had the urge to touch it. He just make me feel so, so weak.
“Isabella?” my teacher called. “Isabell?” “Bella?!” my teacher called again. “Huh?” I replied, he asked me what does xylem vessels looked like and I did not know what to answer. I was not paying attention for the past half an hour. Sound panic, I tried to find some reasons or answers to give when Zayn stood up for me. Phew, I gave a sigh of relieved. “Get your shit together baby.” As Zayn turned to me and gave me a winked. I gave him a smile. I felt a part of me dying. I loved him, I really did. There was nothing I could do about it. For sure, I could tell him, but it wasn’t that easy. I have been friends with Zayn since elementary school.
Nine years ago, I never had these feelings for him before. I never imagined that I would have felt this way for him. I knew that I can only be his little sister. Just his sister. He once said that he will protect me like how he would protect his own sister if he ever had one. Cliché but it was true. He had never seen me more than a best friend or more than a sister. Sigh. But I believed that one day, my dreams will come true. I’ll be in his arms. People do change their minds right? The school bell rang and It woke me up from my daydream. I was packing my books and I saw Zayn holding the door opened for this pretty lady, Marrie who sat next to him in class. I tried to hide my pout as he chivalrously held the door for her, using one of his large hands on the small of her back to guide her through. “Why couldn’t that be me? Why couldn’t Zayn see….”
“Oh yeah, babe are you coming?” I glanced up in surprised to see Zayn’s face waiting by the door. “Unless you plan on missing the bus and walking back home.” “Oh yeah sorry, I’ll be fine walking back home” I jumped up. He gave me a frown. “Bella, are you okay?” I could read what he wanted to say from his brown eyes. I have known him for years. He could tell if there’s something wrong by the way I act and the way my eyes speak. I told him I was fine and I walked past him not trying to look back, feeling hurt. He hurried over to me and placing his hands on my shoulder, pushing me gently into the hall as he leaned forward to whisper in my ear. “I have something to tell you, but you have to follow me.” I felt a shiver ran up my spine at the touch of Zayn’s hand on my shoulder. He guide me through the hallway. “Bella what’s wrong? Why have you been quiet the whole day? You wasn’t paying attention in class. Something’s not right.” I assured Zayn that everything was alright and gave him a smile. He brought me to Brisbane beach.
“Hmm. Why do you bring me here?” I asked. “Do you remember the first time we met? When we were 7 years old? You were playing with the sands and I came up to you asking you can we be friends?” he asked. I nod. “I’m going to Ireland this weekend for a vacation with my band mates and I’m bringing you along. I can’t afford to let you stay here, I’ll miss you, love.” I thought for a while, I would like to be there with Zayn but I know his band mates, Louis, Liam and Niall wouldn’t like it if I were to tag along. Furthermore they will be spending more time together. “Bella, please?” “Alright.” I said. He walked me home after that. He tickled me, giggled with me and laughed with me all the way home. I felt happier and I had forgotten about my jealousy feelings towards him and Marrie. We reached the front of the door step. He kissed me on my forehead and lead me into the house, and reminding me to pack my bag as we’re leaving the next two days.
Zayn and his mates picked me up at my doorstep. He carried my bag and I gave a goodbye kiss to my mum before leaving. He opened the van door and assist me in before squeezing beside me. I sat in between Zayn and Louis. Niall asked, “so Bella, you and him, mmhmm, to-ge,mmhmm, ther?” “No!” I laughed. “Zayn is only my best friend, my only best best guy friend I ever had. I love him as my brother, my best friend. Nothing more, right Zayn?” “Yeah….” He trailed off. I gave him a nudge with my elbow. “you okay?” I asked him. He kept quiet so I let him be by himself.