Kiss Me

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4. Chapter 4



Zayn Malik. Zayn freakin Malik was standing in front of me, and he had my gun. I did what any good fighter would do. I lunged for my gun, snatched it back, and shot him.

“BLEEP BLEEP!” his vest went off.  I smirked at him.

“Is that the best you can you can do?” And with that, I turned on my heel and walked away.


“Yes?” it took all I had not to go into fangirl mode. I had been dreaming about this moment ever since the X-Factor. And now it is a reality. He rubbed the back of his head, and looked down at his shoes.

“Um….Uh…Erm…. What is your name?”

“Joscelyn. Joscelyn Barker,” I said smiling.

“Cool. I am-“

“Zayn Malik, 1/5 of One Direction,” I finished for him.

“Yeah…” he grinned shyly. We shared a long silence before I said,

“I shot you.”

“Yeah….” he said.

“So I beat you…”

“Yeah….” He was looking at me now.

“Is that all you can say?” I asked growing a little uncomfortable under his stare.

“Yeah….” I cocked an eyebrow at him. “I-I mean no! It’s just…” he trailed off.

“That your’re not used to be beaten by a girl?” I grinned.

“What no!” he was grinning now as well.

“OH! I know why. You think I’m just so gorgeous that you can’t seem to get your thoughts together.” I smirked thinking about how untrue this is. Yet I wished it to be true.

“Yes.” He blurted.

“T-t-thanks,” I stammered. Zayn freakin Malik thought that I was pretty! I squealed happily inside at the thought.


I turned around, and found myself staring into the deep blue eyes of Niall Horan.

“H-hi,” I stammered, blushing a bright crimson.

“Hello there!” he replied cheerily. I continued to blush. I tried really hard not to scream because I know how much he dislikes that. I just stood there not really knowing what else to do or say. Then, he shot me. He took a few steps back, aimed and fired.

“I won,” he whispered in my ear. I shivered at the feeling of his cool breath on my ear and neck. And then he was gone. I watched him as he walked away, in a trance. Did this really just happen? I asked myself this like a million times before I moved. I walked in the direction that he went, hoping that I could hear that wonderful accent again.


I woke up laying on a cushioned bench, outside of the Laser Tag Arena. Louis Tomlinson was peering at my face, a concerned look in his light blue eyes.

“Your awake!” he chirped. I closed my eyes nearly fainting again. “Are you okay?” he asked. I opened my eyes seeing his face peering closely at mine again.

“I’m fine.” I struggled to sit up. Louis stood up and helped to prop me against the wall.

“Did I scare you, back in the arena? You kinda ran into me, screamed a little, and then you sort of hit yourself with your gun, blacked out and… here we are!” He motioned to the lobby of the LASERAMA.

“Thank you. F-for saving me and helping me and-“ then he interrupted me with sound kiss… on the lips. At first, I didn’t know what was going on. Then realization struck me. LOUIS TOMLINSON IS KISSING MEAND I WAS KISSING HIM BACK.


He saw me. I ran. I ran all of the way to the arena doors, and left. I ran into the lobby. Gwen was sitting on the bench with LOUIS TOMLINSON, and she was… glowing. I was about to ask what happened, but then a voice sounded behind me.

“What did I do?”

Liam Payne. Was talking. To me. I turned around, and smiled.

“S-sorry. You kinda caught me off guard. I really didn’t expect you to be there…” Liam’s face broke into an easy smile.

“Sorry for the scare love! The lads and I were in town, and we decided to have some fun. We came here and…”

“Ran into us,” I whispered to myself.

“Exactly!” he grinned. “What’s your name love?”

“Jessica,” I replied trying not to faint.

“A beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” Liam looked at me, and brushed a strand of my brown hair from my face. Goosebumps arose wherever his finger touched. “We should hang out sometime,” he murmured.

“Definitely,” I breathed.


I lay on the ground my eyes shut in disbelief. This is a dream it is totally a dream. I opened my eyes, and saw two green ones and a mass of curly brown hair in my face.

“EEK!” I squealed. Definitely not a dream. Harry Styles was right here. The hottest guy in the world was right here.

”Are you okay love?” Harry looked concerned. Mega hot Harry is asking me if I’m okay. He is asking me okay! I realized that I should probably answer him.

“I-I’m fine.” I got up and dusted myself off. “I’m Krystal.”

“Hello Krystal!” Harry kissed my hand. I nearly fainted. “Are you usually this good a shot? I could teach you.” He winked. Harry fudging styles is flirting with me!

“U-um…” was my intelligent reply.

“Of course, only if you want me to…” His green eyes were bright, and his perfect pink lips were turned up in a grin.

“I think we should get going…” Did I just turn down HARRY STYLES?? “But you could show me some other time,” I quickly added.

“Of course.” He nodded, and started walking. I quickly caught up with him. When we reached the lobby, I was met with a sight that I never, in my life, thought that I would ever see.

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