Like A Love Song *Sequel to February 14, 2013*

After what felt like forever, he finally looked up at me. It frustrated me so much that I couldn't see his face in the darkness. The lights beaming behind him made it even harder to tell. I could barely see the smirk on his face. He took a step closer while I was frozen on the spot, our bodies almost touching.
"Hello beautiful."


2. Awkward.

I woke up to my ringtone blaring full volume. Before answering, I looked around the room. There were some chips spilled on the floor. Marilyn was spread out next to me, still sleeping. Seems like whenever we have sleepovers, she takes up most of the space.

I looked back down at my phone, and realized it was Zayn calling me. I groaned, but decided to answer.


"Hey Jenna," Zayn replied cheekily. "Wanna hang out?"

"This early?" I asked, yawning. I still wasn't ready to wake up. "What do you mean? It's noon!" He laughed. My eyes widened, not realizing I had slept for so long.

"Uh, sure. We can hang out." I replied.

"Great! Come over whenever you're ready."

After we hung up, I went into the bathroom to change and get ready.




I left Marilyn a note on the kitchen counter and ran out the door before Jason or any of his friends would notice me. I had to walk to Zayn's, since Marilyn drove us back. Walking doesn't bother me, it's good for thinking.

I just hoped it wouldn't be awkward at Zayn's. I'll probably be the one to make it awkward, over analyzing everything. How did I not see this before? Everyone knew Zayn liked me, except for me. It's sweet that Zayn wrote letters, that he was nervous. It's one of those things that gives you butterflies in your stomach randomly just thinking about it. But I just never considered that Zayn would've done it. You can't blame me, he traumatized me for years.

"Hey loser." Someone yells, driving behind me.


My heart starts to race, only to see its Niall. "Hey!" I laugh. He slowed down and drove up right next to me. "Where are ya goin'?" He asked. "Zayn's." I answered. "I'll be going down that rode, want me to drop you off?" He offered. I thought about it for a while, about to protest, but eventually made up my mind to accept the offer.

It was quiet for a bit, he didn't have the music playing but it wasn't needed. We were both off in our own worlds. I decided to bring up Zayn, maybe it would ease up the conversation about only liking him as a friend. I feel too bad setting his feelings to the side.

"So, did you already know about Zayn? The dance, that is..." I asked. He didn't respond right away, he kept his eyes on the rode with one hand on the steering wheel, his eyebrows furrowed like he was thinking hard about something.

"The letters? Yeah. Harry told me when I tried to go looking for you." He answered. I sat awkwardly for a second, playing with my phone in my hands. "Did you already know he had feelings for me?" I already knew he did, Zayn told me all the guys had to keep it secret.

"Yeah. That's why he was so mad at me when I almost kissed you." He clenched his jaw a little and kept his eyebrows furrowed. I looked at him for a while, trying to figure out what he was thinking. When he looked over at me, I quickly focused my eyes on my lap.



Niall's POV:


I could feel her staring at me for a while, making me feel awkward. It's dumb for me to be mad at her right now. I'm not exactly mad at her actually. I'm just mad. Why does Zayn get her? He treated her terribly for years. I would never do that! It's just dumb. She doesn't see it, how much I like her. Or maybe she does, and she's just pushing it aside...

God, why do I have to think so much.

I looked over at Jenna, but she quickly looked down at her lap. She always does that. I don't know if she realizes it, but I always catch her staring and then she acts like it never happens.

"We can talk about it later, Jenna." I laugh, trying to ease up the tension I caused. She smiled in agreement and looked out the window the rest of the way.

It's honestly the last thing I would like to talk about.



Jenna's POV:


"Thanks Niall!" I said when we got to Zayn's. He smiled and drove off, leaving me to go up and knock on the door.

I walked up to the porch slowly, thinking about what to say when he opens the door. I don't want it to feel awkward. Do I just say hey? Or do I jump into a conversation? Or should I just keep quiet...

Damn it, I'm over analyzing again. Why can't I just act normal?

I took a deep breath and started to knock, but the door swung open to my surprise. "Oh, hey!" Zayn said, looking as surprised as I was. I simply smiled as a hello. "I was just about to come out here to wait for you. Wanna come inside?" He asked, pointing towards the living room. I nodded as we walked back inside. For some reason, I couldn't stop smiling. Probably just from being nervous. Why the hell am I nervous? It's just Zayn! I quickly forced myself to knock it down a notch.

"Would you fancy a cup of tea?" He asked cheekily. I nodded and sat on the couch, watching whatever he already had on TV.

Zayn's being too happy. Not that I should be complaining, it's just that he's acting way nicer than usual. The kind of nice you are when family you haven't seen in a while comes to visit. I don't know, it's too complicated to explain.

It was just commercials on TV, but I decided to sit through them. I didn't feel like flipping through channels or striking up a conversation. I could tell Zayn was looking at me from the kitchen, I caught him a few times but he didn't bother to look away like it never happened. He just smiled widely and tapped his fingers on the counter in front of him. What has gotten into him? Maybe he was just as nervous as I was.

He finally walked over to the couch with some tea for him and for me. I thanked him and continued to watch tv, it was reruns of the show 'Awkward.' on MTV. I kept my focus on the screen, although I knew Zayn was still staring. Not glancing every now and then, just flat out staring at me. It made me nervous. I didn't know if I did something wrong, or if there was something weird about what I was wearing, it just didn't feel right. I looked over at him again, he smiled like a little kid on Christmas morning. "What's got you in such a good mood?" I asked laughing a little, considering how obvious he was being.

"I don't know. I'm just glad you're here." He replied. He sat up straight with his tea sitting on his lap, looking innocent as ever. "You always see me, what's different?" I slightly knew the answer as to why things are different, but I wanted his clarification. "It just is. I feel, I don't know, more open I guess. I've never really told a girl my feelings for her. And now that I have, I like it." He said proudly. "What about your ex?" I asked.

Surprisingly the smile stayed on his face, whenever someone brought up Skylar he would shut down, stop talking. But it didn't even bother him this time. "She liked me out of popularity. I just went along with it. I've never had anything special with a girl." He sounded slightly embarrassed, but didn't let it get in the way.

I couldn't help but smile, knowing I'm the first girl he's really admitted to liking. Until I realized how weird it was.


This is Zayn Malik.

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