Not your typical love story

My name is Jordyn Krammer. My parents died a month ago, and I'm an only child. I have two best friends. Matthew and Jennifer. But they are popular, so they don't hang out with me at school. I'm a target. Not a bully, a victim. And my bully... Is Zayn Malik, and his four best friends. And I'm... In love with Zayn.

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7. My Feelings

 

 

Jordyn P.O.V.

 

I woke up. I sat up slightly as looked around. Louis and I must have fell asleep on the beach. I looked to my right to see Louis sleeping. He looked so peaceful and innocent.

His arm was firmly around my waist, making it harder for me to get up. I squirmed a little bit out of Louis's grip, and actually succeeded.

I walked over to the water, letting the waves crash against my skin. I sat down in the wet sand and the warm water came rushing over to me.

I thought. How did I feel? I wasn't sure how I felt about Louis. He was sweet, funny, adorable, sensitive and innocent. What more can a girl ask for in a guy, right? Wrong. I mean, maybe I just have high standers. I honestly do like Louis, but not love. And how do I know he doesn't love me? And it would just be to awkward to come straight out and ask him. But there was one person who made my heart skip a beat every time I saw him. Zayn. Yes, it still freaks me out that I love my bully. But you cant pick who you fall in love with. It just happens. And it just happened. I just love Zayn. I wish I could tell him how I feel. But its not that simple. I mean, what if he finds out I lo-

"Hey babe." Louis said sitting next to me, throwing his arm around me, knocking me out of my thoughts. "Hi babe." I said, kissing his cheek.

"Your up early. It's only 7a.m." "Really? I didn't know it was this early!" I said, giggling. He chuckled. "Yeah, well we better get home. The boys called me like 50 times!" He laughed, and so did I. "Ok, lets go!"

 

When we arrived at home, the four boys rushed up to us. "Where were you guys?" "How was the date?" "Why didn't you call us back?" "Did something bad happen?" "We were worried sick!" They threw all these questions and statements and Louis and I.

"We are fine! And the date was amazing." Louis answered for us. All I did was nod. Cause I wasn't sure if I liked the date. Or if I thought it was amazing.

I think Zayn noticed how I felt, because he was staring at me with concern. I just ignored him, knowing he doesn't really care for me.

"Uh, I'm gonna go to my room." I said, breaking the awkward silence and stares. All the boys nod. I walked up the stairs and into the bedroom. I closed the door and threw myself on my bed. I stared up and the ceiling and I felt the tears brim in my eyes.

I don't know why I was crying, I guess I just needed a good cry. I felt a tear slip from my eye, and streaming down my face. I couldn't hold it in any longer. It's times like this when I wish I had a mom, or even a close friend to talk to about this stuff. I could never tell this kind of stuff to Jennifer cause she would tell people. And I could never tell any of my guy friends because they wouldn't understand.

Just as I was thinking, the was a slight knock on my door. "Its open." Harry then walked in and came near me. He sat on my bed next to me.

"You alright?" He asked. "Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" I asked, sitting up. "You seemed kind of up set back downstairs. Talk to me." He said, putting his right hand on my left knee.

"Look Harry, I'm fine. Now leave." I said, scooting away from him. But he just came closer. "Why wont you talk to me?" I looked down into my lap. I didn't want to tell him about my thoughts. He wouldn't understand. And he would tell Zayn and Louis how I feel about them.

Harry took his larger hand and cupped my chin. He lifted my head up, forcing me to look into his beautiful, green, emerald eyes.

"Tell me." He whispered. I just stared into his eyes. Right now, he looked so innocent and caring, like nothing could hurt him and he couldn't hurt anything or anyone.

"Kiss me." He whispered. I slowly leaned in, as he did the same. When our lips touched, I couldn't tell how I felt. I never felt like this before. It felt different.

He took my by the waist and lifted my up into his lap. I tangled my fingers into his luscious curls. HIs hands snaked around my waist. I pulled on his hair, not breaking our strong kiss. He moaned against my lips, knowing that pulling his hair is obviously a turn on for him. I smiled against his lips, and he did the same. He grabbed my bum, making me moan. He started to take off his shirt, when the door swung open.

"Wow." We both looked at the door to see him crying. It was Louis.

"Louis!" I hollered. "Its not what it looks like." "Sure its not! Maybe this is a mistake." He said. I looked at him confused. "What's a mistake?" "Dating you."

 

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