Bexley is best friends with One Direction. They've all been friends ever since the X-Factor. But now, 3 years later, their lives have changed completely. They've become one of the biggest bands in the world, and the boys have also changed. Some of them want to be a little more than friends with Bexley, and she doesn't know what to do. Is she ready to give up an amazing friendship? How can she bare to hurt one of them? Will she learn to find who she wants to be with, with out having to worry every second of every day?


1. At the Club

Bexley's POV:

"HAHAHA OMG" I laughed at Niall as I took another sip of my drink. I almost spit it all out over everyone, because Niall had ran out onto the dance floor and started grinding against some random dude. It was pretty stupid, but I guess everything can seem hilarious when you're wasted. The guy turned around and pushed him off of him, yelling. Niall fell over and spilled his beer all over himself, but then just got up and started laughing. Niall is one of those happy, giddy drunks who just laughs at everything, like me. So all of us started laughing again.

I had gone out that night with all the boys and their girlfriends. I always have fun with them, drunk or not. Niall had come over to me again and basically collapsed on me, still laughing. He started blabbering about something, but I couldn't really understand anything. I saw Zayn kind of looking at Niall with a sneer. I don't know why, but he'd been staring at me all night, even though Perrie was there.

"We should get going guys, it's really late." Zayn said, still staring at Niall. Somehow he wasn't drunk, which is weird because he usually drinks quite a lot. "Okay..." I said, starting to stagger towards the entrance to the club. The people and lights started spinning, and I could hear the music slowly fading as I passed out and collapsed onto the floor.


Zayn's POV:

I watched Bexley fall onto the floor, and ran up to her. "I got her!!" I screamed at Liam, who was trying to pick her up himself. Liam backed away, mumbling something. I didn't pick her up right away, though. I kind of just stared at her for a little bit. Her long, dirty blonde hair, messily strewn everywhere, her arms and legs were spread out on the floor. She had on the most beautiful short, black dress that fit her curves just right. She was gorgeous, even with her makeup smudged across her pale face. I grabbed her back and legs and picked her up, to bring her to the car.

But as I stood up, I jumped a little and almost dropped Bexley. Perrie was standing over me, watching me watch Bexley. Her arms were tightly crossed over her chest. "I...I...I wasn't-" I stuttered, trying to explain what I was doing, staring at her like that. "SAVE it Zayn. I know you like her. You never pay attention to me anymore. You treat me like rubbish, like I don't MATTER to you." She slapped me across the face, hard. I staggered back, shocked, my eyes wide open. She stormed out of the club, leaving me standing there, still holding Bexley.

She was getting really heavy, so I just decided to leave. I mean, I wasn't going to chase after Perrie, there's a GIRL in my arms. Plus, I wasn't sure if even wanted to anyways...

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