Just Another Love Story: One Direction

Cynthia Morales is your average seventeen year-old: she sings into a hairbrush in front of the mirror, sort of a geek, and plain. Oh, and she has a major crush on Zayn Malik. But when she and her BFF Iliana go to a One Direction concert and Cynthia gets the chance to sing with the UK boyband, her world transforms. She suddenly becomes the center of envy for girls everywhere, and how will she cope when Harry Freaking Styles says he likes her (and she falls for him!)? Who will she end up with: The Flirt, or the Bradford Bad Boi?

*Rated PG-13 for language, some sexual content, and HARRY STYLES.* :D


10. Sarcasm And Nightmares


I climb into Harry's car, hiding the depressed look on my face. I cannot believe a day as great as this one went down the drain so fast. I mean, I fought with ZAYN MALIK, something that I never could even imagine happening. I felt like crap.   The drive seemed to take ages, and Harry was too caught up in his own thoughts to notice I was out of sorts. 'What Makes You Beautiful' comes on the radio and he sings to me, which lifts my spirits up a bit.   They immediately sank as I realized what a hypocrite I was being. I supposedly 'loved' Zayn and told Iliana for quite a long time that I would do ANYTHING to have him close to me and that he was the only person I could ever love, and now I liked Harry!   "I'd pick you up tomorrow but Simon said your parents are gonna take you," Harry says as we arrive to my house. "So I guess I'll see you at the airport."   "Yeah, I gu---"   He interrupts me with a long, sweet kiss, and I feel my heart skip a beat. His hand was intertwined in my hair, twirling a strand around his finger.   After the kiss, he beams at me. "Tomorrow."   I just nod, breathless. "Uh-huh." I hop out of the car with a grin on my face, and as I turn, I see my mom in the doorway with a hand on her hip. She looks pissed off.   Harry drives off, leaving me without an escape. Something told me she saw what just happened, although I don't know how she might have. Maybe she's guessing.   "Hi, Mama," I say, kissing her cheek.   "Can you explain to me what you were doing for five minutes in the car and with whom you were with?"   Uh-oh. I clear my throat. "N-nothing. I was with Harry, and he was just explaining about our flight, about L.A., and other little things."   "Oh," she says, looking me over. She believed me!   We walk into the house, the only lights on are the ones in the kitchen and the stairs. "I'm sorry we took so long. We went to Applebee's and didn't notice how fast time went by," I explain. Which was true, of course. Last time I checked it was half past eleven.   "That's fine. I finished packing after dinner, so go check if I got everything you wanted."   "Did you leave me clothes from tomorrow morning's flight?"   "I left some choices."   I didn't like to hear that. Mom was great and all, but not very good fashion-wise. I walk up the stairs and into my room to find my outfit. Mom left some poor choices (one including some childish shirt and shorts that didn't match. Ugh), so I had to secretly dig into my suitcases to find the perfect stuff.   I did, eventually. This is it. [polyvore.com/tia_airport_clothes/set?id=67712038] It was amazing. I transfer my wallet, phone, and iPod into my backpack along with my notebook, pens, and Nexus tablet. I was ready to go for tomorrow.   I felt on the top of the world again, thanks to Hazza, and the fight with Zayn was momentarily forgotten. I peek out the door.   "I'm gonna turn in, Mom," I say, yawning.   "That's fine, Cynthia. See you tomorrow morning." She waves and heads into her and Dad's room, smiling. I shut the door behind me, climb into my own bed for the last time, and try to dream happy things.   ___________________________________   *Zayn's POV*   He tossed and turned, feeling sick. He yelled at her, insulted her, and he had to admit to himself that he was getting too attached. What was it that bothered him? A lot of girls like Harry, and Liam, and Niall, and Louis, and even himself.   "I guess it hurts because it's Harry," Zayn says under his breath, thoughtful. "Harry the Flirt."   But something else was wrong. Why did he feel incompetent, useless, and even... No. He couldn't say it.   "Say it, Malik. You feel undesirable," he mutters. He sighs, pushing his face into the pillow angrily. He had to apologize to Cynthia somehow.   Niall farts in his sleep, making Zayn chuckle quietly and forget the moment, even if it was only for a second. Typical Nialler.   Zayn's thoughts return to the same. Harry was with Louis, probably spilling about her right now. Zayn could already imagine Haz saying, "It was incredible. She's just amazing, and beautiful, and just the girl I've been waiting for."   "It doesn't matter. Why do you care about what Harry or Louis or Tia thinks? If she likes Hazza, it's fine. Doesn't matter in the least."   But Zayn knew he was just kidding himself.   ___________________________________   *Tia's POV*   "But, Zayn, you have to let me explain!"   Zayn shakes my hands off, glaring at me. "You like Harry. I get it. You're just like every other girl, Tia. No one can resist Harry Fucking Styles. I thought you were different, better. I even liked you."   He shudders in complete disgust. "I feel bad for you, really. Harry's a legit heart-breaker. Don't be surprised when he leaves you in a couple of months when he finally gets bored of you, and I won't be there to lend my shoulder for you to cry on."   Tears fill my eyes, blurring my vision. Why was he being so hateful? It was only one date! "Zayn, but---"   "No," he interrupts. "I can't do this anymore. I have some dignity, unlike you, so I'm not going to continue here with my best mate's bride."   Wait. Bride?!   I stare down at my left hand and see the engagement ring, and I mean THE engagement ring. It was shiny, gold band, with an expensive-looking diamond right in the middle, almost as if it were mocking me with its clean cut beauty. I blink rapidly, taking in myself and my clothes. I wore a majestic white wedding dress with a long lace train, the sleeves and the dress itself made of satin.   Zayn turns away, plastering a big fake grin on his face as Liam, Louis, and Niall enter the room. Their voices begin to morph, like their faces, and suddenly I feel like the world is falling down. Their expressions distort as they laugh, and I close my eyes to try to wake up.   ____________________________________   I wake up, gasping for air. So much for trying to dream of happy things. I clutch my head as I check the time. "Great. It's five in the morning."   I sigh, throwing my BlackBerry on my pillow. I wasn't going to get any more sleep, and I was SO not going to try if I was going to have dreams like the one I just had. Ugh.   "I might as well take a shower and get ready," I tell myself, and I will my feet to shuffle towards the bathroom. I let the hot water hit my bare back, relaxing my tense muscles. After twenty minutes, I'm back in my room slipping my clothes on. I make my bed afterwards while letting my hair air-dry, and after everything's clean, I head back to the bathroom to fix up the little details that were left. I apply light mascara, blush, clear lip gloss, and white eye shadow, then head back out.   My parents' bedroom door opens, and I smile at my father. "Hey, Daddy."   "Hi, Cynthia. Why are you up so early?" he yawns, heading my way to give me a hug.   "Couldn't sleep."   "It must be because of the excitement." Ha. Excitement. Riiiiiight. "Yeah, that must be it," I say sarcastically.   Dad laughs. "Don't worry, Cynthia, you'll be fine." He heads into the bathroom and closes the door behind him. I swear, sometimes I forget some people are immune to sarcasm.   I double-check my bags, neatly fold my 1D poster into my laptop case, and lie back down on my bed. I stare at the ceiling, thinking about a song.   "Under the lights tonight... You turned around, and you stole my heart with just one look. When I saw your face, I fell in love. It took a minute, boy, to steal my heart tonight! With just one look, yeah! Been waiting for a boy like you..."   I always changed that part. Dad would stare at me whenever I forgot to change it and sang on the top of my lungs, "Been waiting for a girl like you!" Making your parents think something that's not true is not the best idea.   "There is no other place that I would rather be than right here with you tonight. As we lay on the ground, I put my arms around you!... And we can stay here tonight... Cuz there's so much that I wanna sa-aaaaay, I wanna saaaaay..."   To think that every time I sang this song, my body would shiver as I imagine Zayn singing it to me. Cheeky, but a girl's dream.   Bored, I stop and begin to go through my phone's ringtones. I had a desperate need to change it.   "I'm feeling sexy and freeeeeee!"   I skip it immediately. Sorry, Jessie J, but just not feeling sexy OR free.   "You and I go hard at each other like we're going to war! You and I go rough, we keep throwing things and slamming the door!"   Uh, no thanks. Besides it being Maroon 5 and that my ringtone now was also by them, the song reminded me too much of Zayn's and my discussion. I click next.   "It started with a whisper! And that was when I kissed her! And then she made my lips hurt! I could hear the chitchat! Take me to your love shed! Mama's always gotta backtrack... When everybody talks back!"   No. Just... No. Not in the mood for Neon Trees.   "Because when I arrive! I, I bring the fire! Make you come alive! I can take you higher! What this is, forgot? I must now remind you: let it rock, let it rock, let it rock!"   Hmm. Kevin Rudolf and Lil Wayne. Not a recent song, but I'm liking it right now. Ehh. I press 'Use as Ringtone' and close my eyes.   "I've tried playing it cool, but when I'm looking at you... I can't even be brave, cuz you make my heart race."   I open my eyes, groggy. Did I really just fall asleep? According to the clock that's beeping ten a.m. at me, I did. Hmm.   Since I was already dressed, I start hauling my suitcases one by one down the stairs. Dad and Mom were up by the sounds in the kitchen, so I set the first bag by the door.   "I'll load up into the Lexus and you bring 'em down while your mother cooks breakfast," Dad says as he sees me. He grabs the keys of the SUV and heads out while I run back to my room.   "Good morning to you too, Analisa!" Mom shouts after me.   "Sorry!" I yell back.   After twenty minutes, all four of my suitcases and my laptop case are in the back of the car and I'm pouring coffee for the three of us. I help set and clean the table as my parents walk in.   "Because when I arrive! I, I bring the fire! Make you come alive! I can take you higher! What this is, forgot? I must now remind you: let it rock, let it rock, let it rock!"   My parents give me a funny look and I blush at them as I answer. "Hello?"   "Hi, sweetheart! It's Harry."   I smile. "Hey, Harry. What's up?"   "Just, uh, wanted to say hi and, um, I love you."   "I, uh," I step out onto the porch, flashing my parents an apologetic smile. When I'm alone, I say, "I love you too, Harry."   "Your mum and dad was around."   "Yeah."   He laughs, a cheerful tone. "That's OK. We will have enough time to say aaaaall the things we want when we're alone in L.A."   I roll my eyes. "Sure, Haz."   "Until then, I send you a big hug and an even bigger kiss!"   Oh, God. WHY DO I KEEP FORGETTING THAT NOT EVERYBODY UNDERSTANDS SARCASM?!?! "I was just---"   "Love you, Tia!" He hangs up on me before I could finish my sentence.

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