Win Her Heart (Not Famous)

Liam Payne, Niall Horan, Zayn Malik, Harry Styles, and Louis Tomlinson have been best friends since they were small. They have done everything together, and they were planning on staying best friends for their whole lives. As they grew into their teenage years, they started attracting more than enough female attention. In their final year of high school, they are the hottest and most popular boys in school, and they know it. But who is THE hottest and THE most popular? They decide that they need to make a bet. Who could land the hottest girl? When the new girl, Emma, shows up on the first day of school, they knew they had found her. But what happens when she is unimpressed with them? Find out by reading more...Don't forget to like the novel :)

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11. I'll Do It

Zayn’s POV

 

            I stood at her doorstep, my hand hovering over the door. To say I was afraid was an understatement. I wanted her so badly I didn’t know how to process it all. She was more than just a game, we all knew it, but I was the only one willing to admit it. Suddenly the door opened and I was greeted with a pair of cold, blue eyes.

            “Wyatt.” I growled. What the hell was he doing here. Following not long behind him was Emma. Her eyes were puffy, clearly she had been crying. That was when I noticed the box in Wyatt’s arms. It was full of his stuff. My heart began to warm again as I realized that she hadn’t taken him back.

            “Emma, please, just let me explain.” He turned around to face her, completely ignoring me.

            “Sure Wyatt, explain to me why you thought it was okay to sleep with my best friend. No matter what way you put it, it is always going to sound horrible. Just leave, Wyatt, and please, never come back.” She rolled her eyes at him.

            “But I love you, Em.” He pleaded to her. I rolled my eyes, this guy needed to go.

            “Hey mate, she said leave. I suggest you listen to her.” I stepped in front of him, blocking his path to Emma.

            “I don’t know who the hell you think you are, but you need to butt out of this.” Wyatt stepped towards me, getting in my face. I laughed, this guy thought he was so tough.

            “No, Wyatt, you butt out. Leave!” Emma called from behind me, grabbing my hand and pulling me into her house.

            “Are you alright?” I was surprised when she let me hug her, but I wasn’t complaining.

            “Yeah. Thank you for that.” She smiled up at me.

            “Anytime, Emma. Anyways, I just wanted to say I’m sorry. We shouldn’t have bet on you like that. You’re not an object, you’re a real person. But on the plus side, if we hadn’t made that bet, we probably wouldn’t have gotten so close. I know that you hate them right now, but the rest of the lads really care about you.” I don’t know why I was defending them, because I wanted her all to myself. But these boys were my friends, and in the end, I would do anything for them.

            “I know, Zayn. I care about you all too, but it’s all just too much. Between Wyatt and the five of you, I feel so overwhelmed. To be honest, I’m not even mad anymore. I miss my long talks with you, I miss bonding over food with Niall, and Liam’s protectiveness. I miss Harry’s horrible story telling skills, and I miss having Louis as my go to man. But I don’t like being lied to, Zayn. Can you tell me how this whole bet thing works?”

            “Well,” I sat down on her couch, patting the spot beside me, she sat down next to me, with eager eyes, “it all started when Harry first brought you to our table. To be honest, I spotted you from across the cafeteria, but Harry managed to get to you first. And then we all got to know you, and we liked you, a lot. It surprised us how different you were. You treated us like friends, not like the other girls here who only want one thing, and that’s to be more than friends. You weren’t throwing yourself at us, and it was nice to know that all girls weren’t insane.” I let out a laugh, sighing in relief as she giggled beside me. “And then that day afterschool we went to Harry’s house, and we all started arguing because we all liked you. We figured the only way to settle it was to compete. We set out ground rules and everything. Each of us had a week with you to get to know you and to make you see us for who we really were. Whatever happened, happened. If you chose one of us during their week, we would let it go. We didn’t want to be the ones deciding for you, so we thought that at the end of all of our weeks we would ask you to decide. We decided to go from oldest to youngest. So last week you had Louis, and I guess this week is mine.” I explained it all to her, and it felt good to get it all off of my chest, finally. She sat beside me, nodding, taking in all of the information that I had just given her.

            “I kissed Louis when he took me to London.” She whispered. I felt like my heart broke on the spot.

            “Oh.” Was all I could mutter.

            “It was a mistake.” She whispered.

            “Oh?” This time it came out as a question.

            “I was upset. Not that Louis isn’t a great guy. I don’t know, I just…I’m not ready.” She whispered.

            “Emma, you deserve better than all of us.” I pressed the palm of my hand to her soft cheek.

            “No, I knew at some level that you all had feelings for me, and I didn’t fight you guys off. Even thought I had a boyfriend. I should have been up front with all of you. It’s partially my fault.” She closed her eyes, not flinching away from my hand, and my heart started to speed up.

            “Don’t blame yourself. We should have never made the bet.” I scooted closer to her on the couch, examining her beautiful face as she kept her eyes closed.

            “So let me get this straight, you each get a week and then at the end of all of them, I am to decide who I want to be with?” Her eyes remained closed. My eyebrows lifted, confused at what she was getting at.

            “Yes.” I whispered, urging her to go on.

            “Okay.” She nodded into my hand.

            “What?” I still wasn’t cluing in.

            “I’ll do it.” She shrugged, opening her eyes.

            “Excuse me?” I pulled away, starting to get the meaning of her words.

            “At the end of all the weeks, I’ll choose.”

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