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."

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1. Part 2 (Jenna's POV)

 

Jenna's POV

Zayn.

 

I stood there in shock when I recognized the voice. The smirk stayed on his face, though I could still barely see it. 

I didn't really understand what I was feeling at the moment. I wasn't sure if I should be happy or angry about it being Zayn. I just know I was more shocked than anything. If he's liked me, why did he do all of this in secret? He could've just told me. I would've taken it a lot better. 

Zayn interrupted my thoughts with a slight cough, I still hadn't said anything to him. I couldn't. No matter how many times I tried, words just wouldn't come out of my mouth. He started to laugh a little, only making me more nervous. "We can talk about it later." He says, holding his arm out for me to link with. I was hesitant at first, but decided putting up the fight wasn't worth it. 

I still hadn't said a single word. Zayn was babbling on about something on the way back to the dance, but I honestly wasn't listening. Not that I didn't care what he was saying, I was just lost in my own thoughts. I wondered how many of the boys knew, if any of them knew. Who am I kidding? Of course they knew! I bet that's why Harry was acting so weird earlier when I wanted to find Zayn..

There wasn't much of the dance left, just the slow dancing. I figured since everything's pretty still, I'd go find Marilyn. We were going back to her house after the dance. 

I started to walk off, but Zayn caught me too quickly. "Dance with me?" He asked. It was a question, though his tone of voice sounded more like a demand. 

"I need to find Marilyn." I replied. He gave my puppy-dog eyes, knowing it was a weakness of mine. "It's the last dance, come on." Before I could protest, he dragged me out to the dance floor and put his arms around my waist. He pulled me in a little closer, our skin barely touching. He never broke eyes contact, he almost looked as if he was trying to read my mind. I don't exactly have to question it, either. I still didn't know how to feel. I didn't know if any of it was right. 

"So, care to explain, mystery man?" I ask, breaking the silence between us. They started to play Young Girls by Bruno Mars faintly in the background. 

"Well," he paused and sighed. He didn't continue for a while, then started to laugh a little. "You know, I've been planning forever on how to tell you but now that I'm actually doing it, I can't think of the words to say." He admitted. I guess he was just as nervous as I was... 

"Why did you start writing the letters? You were so mean to me when it started." I said, remembering when Zayn was my worst nightmare. It felt like forever ago, when in reality we had only recently become friends. 

"I was shy, is all. I was scared of you... Of telling you. Would you have really believed me if after bullying you for years, walked up to you and said 'Hey Jenna, I've had feelings for you for a while now. You wanna move past this and be with me?'" I didn't reply. "Exactly." He continued, taking my silence as a clear response. "I still wanted you to know how I felt.. Well, feel. I figured a little note wouldn't do any harm. Seems innocent enough, right?" I nodded in agreement, it was sweet of him. "But how did the others find out?" I asked. 

"It's only Harry that was supposed to know. He's my closest pal, I tell him everything. He's actually the one that helped me with the idea of the letter, telling me 'chicks dig it'. " I smiled to myself, thinking about Harry saying that. "Anyway, at lunch he kept pressuring me to tell you. I didn't want to, I wanted to save myself the embarrassment and keep quiet. He told me if I didn't, he would." I gave him a confused look. "But Harry never told me?" I questioned. He explained how the day Harry pretended he wrote the notes went over, which I already knew about considering I was eavesdropping before class. He told me the others only knew because he accidentally let the topic out when they all hung out. He made them promise not to tell me anything, at this point we were all starting to become friends. 

The song had ended and the principle announced the dance was over. Zayn and I let go of each other, but neither of us walk away. "I'll see you again?" He asked, half smiling. I just nodded in agreement as he kissed me on the cheek and left. 

I stood there for a while, I don't think my mind was still able to process everything. Zayn was the least person I had expected. His voice had completely caught me off guard. 
I stayed there while everyone said their goodbyes, wondering where to go from here.

 

******

 

"So did you have fun?" Marilyn asked while we drove back to her place. School was called off for tomorrow because of the dance. 

"You could say that..." I responded. My mind was still going in all different directions, I didn't know what to think about first. Marilyn gave me a confused look then focused back on the rode. "What does that mean? Did Harry do something?" I shook my head. "No, not Harry.." At this point we had already gotten back to her house, immediately we walked into the kitchen. 

"So who was it? Louis?" She asked, getting out cups as I opened the fridge. 

"I'll explain in a bit. So how was your night?" I asked. I wanted to calm down for a little bit, and take the conversation somewhere else. "It was really fun, Liam is amazing." She smiled, but it quickly faded. "Is it bad I like him again?" I shook my head. "Of course not. Maybe it's fate." I winked and laughed. She giggled along and handed me a bag of chips. "Go ahead and take those to the basement. My brother should be home soon with a few of his friends, they can have the upstairs." She said. I followed her orders and went to the basement. 

She has a huge finished basement, the main room has a sort of home theatre feel to it. To the left there's a guest bedroom, and a bathroom on the other side of the room. I set everything down on the little coffee table and waited for Marilyn to come downstairs. To kill some time, I got on my phone and went through unread messages.

 

Harry: Wish we could've spent more time together, but I hope you still had a great time! Text me in the morning, love.

 

Father: How was the dance, sweetie? Text me when you're at Marilyn's. Love you

 

J: Amazing, love you too!

 

Zayn: Goodnight  x

 

My heart skipped a beat when I read his text. It was just a simple goodnight, but it brought the thought back into my mind of him being my mystery man. 

I pushed the thought to the back of my mind when Marilyn came running down the stairs. She put in the movie Grease, although we never watched most of it. We just talked about the dance. 

"So are you finally going to tell me what happened?" Marilyn urged. I took a deep sigh and turned to face her completely. 
"That guy sending me love letters, remember him? I was told to meet him out by the garden behind our school. When I left you guys on the dance floor, that's where I was going. It took me forever to walk over there, considering the distance and my heels..." Before I could continue, we heard the door slam and deep laughter. "Hold on." Marilyn groaned. She ran up the stairs and yelled through the door, "Could you keep it down Jason?! I have my friend over!" 

Jason's a few years older than us, he graduated last year. He hasn't started college, so he's always out with his friends and going to parties. I don't talk to him much at all, knowing he isn't the best influence. 

Marilyn came running back down the stairs and sat next to me. "Continue?" She smiled. 

"All the lights were blaring behind him, which made it hard to see him. We didn't say anything for a while, I just stood there trying to figure out who he was. You wouldn't believe how difficult it was to tell. Or maybe I just wasn't paying enough attention... I don't know. But then he said hello, and I recognized his voice right away. Guess who it was." Without hesitation, Marilyn practically yelled "Niall?!"

"Zayn." 

Her mouth fell open in shock. "What!? I mean, I always knew he liked you but I though it would've been Niall.."

We talked for a while longer until my story was done, shorty followed by Marilyn's snores.

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