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?


3. Zayn's Flat

Zayn's POV:

I couldn't help but stare at her. She was just so beautiful, I didn't want to take my eyes off her. It had been a few hours since Bexley fell back asleep, and her tea got really cold. She should be waking up soon, so I left my bedroom and went into the kitchenette to dump out the tea. Then I put the kettle back on the stove to wait for it to heat up. Once I did, I leaned against the fridge, staring at the slowly setting sun through the arched window and just thought about Bexley. Niall obviously liked her, the way he kept trying to touch her last night, and earlier this afternoon when he was trying to get into my flat. It was so obvious he liked her, but Bexley was so oblivious to it. I've noticed that about her, she never took a hint about when a guy liked her. Or if she did, she was just hiding it. Trying to act all cute, not noticing someone flirting with her.

I must've got lost in my thoughts, and jumped when I heard the kettle start to whistle. I took it off the stove quickly and filled the cup with the steaming water and threw in a tea bag. I went back to my room and set the tea on the nightstand. The stupid kettle must've woken her up, because she started to open her eyes. "Oh hi, Zayn..." she said, sitting up with a little smile. She took the cup off the nightstand, saying "Is this for me? Oh thank you so much, my throat's as sore as hell." Her eyes still only open halfway. I chuckled, watching her take a big, long sip of the green tea. She looked so cute, with her hair all messy and sticking out everywhere. She had her back hunched a little bit over her tea, so she looked like a 2 year old trying to drink from a sippy cup. I laughed again.

Bexley's POV:

I looked up at him, standing there in a red plaid shirt and some dark wash gray jeans and socks. His dark hair was scraggly and clearly not styled yet. He was biting his lip, sort of nervously. I set the cup down. "So, you feeling better?" He asked, now going to sit at the foot of the bed. "Yeah...I guess. My headache's gone." I replied, now getting up. "Oh that's good...oh, uh, where are you going?" He asked, also getting up. He walked over to me and grabbed my arm gently, turning me towards him. When I turned my head, his face was only a few inches away from mine. I was staring deep into his beautiful brown eyes and he stared deep into mine. "I was going to go take a...shower..." It seemed like I could barely finish my sentence. But once I did, before I knew it, his lips were on mine, pressing down hard. Then his tongue slowly found it's way into my mouth. I had never kissed Zayn before, but I always imagined it being amazing for some reason. And apparently he had lived up to my expectations. His lips were so sweet, they tasted like green tea. I guessed he had probably had some of the same tea he gave me. Then he led my tongue into his mouth for my turn. I put my hands on his neck, and then he wrapped his arms around my waist as my tongue explored his mouth.

But then I realized that I probably shouldn't be doing this, no matter how much I liked it, he had a girlfriend. So I pulled away. I stepped back a little, and he looked shocked, and hurt. I didn't want to make him feel bad though, so I said, "You know what? Why don't you help me in the shower? Plus we could continue this..." His pursed lips formed into a large grin, and then I took his hand in mine and pulled him into the bathroom with me.

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