Torn

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?

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2. The Plane

Bexley's POV:

I boarded the plane, all by myself, happy as I could ever be. Not that I was alone, but that I was finally going back home. I had been in London for almost a year now, and I hadn't seen my family or friends for what seemed like ages. We had been living in Manchester for a while now, so that's where I was flying.

I found my seat finally, and sat down. I took out my phone and started listening to my favorite band, N' Sync. I was listening for a couple minutes, and then I saw a tall, dark figure come onto the plane out of the corner of my eye. I didn't look up though, I just kept my eyes on the phone. Then I realized he was coming to sit down next to me, so I put my bag on the floor in front of me, still not looking up. "This seat taken, love?" he asked me, and I replied no quietly. He was kind of leaning over my shoulder looking at what I was listening to. Then, without warning, he took the one ear bud not in my ear and put it in his.

"N' Sync, eh? They're my favorite band too." He whispered into my ear. I looked up at him suddenly, and since my ear bud was in the ear farthest from him, it pulled our faces close together. Our noses touched just a little bit. I was staring straight into his eyes, and almost got lost in them. They were so beautiful, and it almost looked like he was wearing makeup. His dark hair was in a little quiff on his head with the sides shaved off a little bit, and he was really tan too. He was adorable. I started giggling like crazy, which made him start to laugh. His laugh was just as adorable as him. "So, it would be nice to put a name to this beautiful face..." He said to me, still staring deep into my eyes. I giggled again. "I'm Bexley, what's your name?" "I'm Zayn, Zayn Malik"......

 

"Bexley...Bexley? Wake up!! Come on...wake up..." I opened my eyes slowly, my eyelids felt so heavy. I sat up groggily in some random bed. Zayn was kneeling on the floor next to the bed, stroking my hair. "Wuh...where am I...??" I said, my voice hoarse. "Calm down, Bex, you're in my bed. It's okay, you'll be alright." He said, looking up at me, with a concerned face. "Wait so...um...what happened last night?? I feel awful." I said, putting my hand to my forehead. My head was pounding.

"Here," he said, getting up quickly. "just lay down and I'll tell you later. You should get some more rest. I'll get you some tea, okay?" "Okay, that sounds good..." I started trailing off and then yawned, as I slowly laid back down onto the big, soft pillow, and almost immediately fell back asleep.

 

Niall's POV:

I knocked on the door to Zayn's flat for a while until he finally came to the door, "Hey, Niall," he said, sort of avoiding my eyes. "shouldn't you be asleep or something? You were pretty drunk last night." "Umm...yeah well it's almost three in the afternoon and I get over hangovers pretty fast so..." I said to him, looking down at the ground as I dug my white converse toe into the ratty welcome mat. "Well what do you want?!" He said, very demanding. I don't know what I did to make him so mad.

"Uh...I just wanted to see how Bexley was doing. I mean, I know you took her home last night so I just wanted to check up on her." I said, now playing with with the zipper on my hoodie. "She needs to rest, I'll tell you when she wakes up. I've gotta go now, thanks for coming by." He said it really fast, and I could barely understand him. And then he just shut the door in my face, so I was just standing there, about an inch away from the large, red door. I was so shocked. He's never been like this before, I wonder what's wrong with him...

It really hurt, just being completely rude to me and then slamming the door in my face. But I pretended it didn't by yelling through the door if he needed me to pick up anything for Bexley. After waiting for a little bit with no answer, I just decided to leave. I took off my snapback, ran my fingers through my hair, and put it back on. Then I ran down the stairs and to my car as fast as I could. I don't know why, I just really wanted to drive anywhere, just to get out of there.

 

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