This is for my friend she wrote me one called Nobody Compares by ayyosammi so go check it out after you read this fic

Being famous isnt easy for Sammantha but things get alot harder when she gets some shocking news from her boyfriend that gets her seeking comfort from two ways but must choose one direction

P.s. Sorry if you feel like the begining takes took long its just that i made this ff specifically for her like she wants be an actress when she grows up so I made her an actress and she wanted a Nathaniel so i gave her a Nathaniel


12. They're Back

We make it to my room and Zayn helps me to the couch. When he sits down next to me he asks "So how are you feeling?" "Better but confused. Can you tell me what happend?" I ask him. "Well when you ran into us you mostly ran into me so when your head hit my face I pushed you. I'm really sorry I could've caught you but its just I got really surprised." he tells me. "Its alright Zayn. It was an accident. So what else happend?" "Then you hit your head on a vase and became out of it because you called Niall a leprechaun." "No I didn't. Oh my god. No." "Yeah. You did. It was really funny all the guys had a laugh." he says smiling at the memory. "Oh. Poor Niall." I say feeling really bad. "Its okay. When the nurse said you had a concussion and that you wouldn't remember what happened he wasn't mad anymore." he tells me "He was mad?!" I ask feeling more bad and sad. "Yeah but its okay." he says comfortingly. If that's even a word. Since its obvious I don't believe him he touches my arm leans looking into my eyes serious and says "No one blames you for anything. Ok. No ones mad. At all. Ok" I nod yes believing him. He's about to move away but stops when I gently touch his bruise thats forming on his nose and little bit under his right eye and say "I'm still sorry." then I ask "Does it hurt" "Just a little." he answers wincing a little when I touch what must be a sensitive area. I know I cant get up on my own so I ask Zayn to help me up instead of trying to get up on my own and look like an idiot when I struggle as if I were a bug who had fallen on its back and can't get back its legs. "Thank you" I tell him when I'm up. "Can you sit please. I wanna try to walk." "Ok" he says I wobble walk to the refrigerator and get an ice pack for Zayns face and wrap it in a napkin. I walk back more steady and stick my hand out so Zayn could help me sit. When I sit our hands are still touching because we're sitting so close. Infact our whole bodies are touching. Shoulder to shoulder. Knee to knee. Feeling his warmth makes me feel nervous. I put the ice pack gently on his bruise. I look into his eyes and notice the color. They look brown. Not exactly chocolate brown like Liams but something else. Not light brown. Definitely not hazel like Nathaniels. I lean closer to get a better look. He clears his throat and thats when I realize that I've been staring at him like a weirdo. I look away embarassed and apologize. "Sorry its just your eyes. They're......" I pause trying to find the right word for them. "Enticing" I tell because thats all that comes to mind. "Enticing?" he asks smiling. When he smiles I get this weird feeling in my stomach. "Yeah. Now close your eyes." I tell him so I could put the ice pack on his eye. "Why are my eyes too enticing for you?" he teases. "No dummy. Imma put this ice pack on your eye so your prettyboy face don't get ruined." I joke. He fake scowls at me making us both laugh. When he laughs I get that feeling in my stomach again. When he finally closes his eyes smiling I realize looking at smile that the feeling I get are butterflies. I haven't gotten them in a long time so thats why I didn't notice them flutter there way into my stomach. I almost forgotten how they felt like. I stopped getting them from Nathaniel over the years because I got use to him and with Liam it just feels like being with a close friend. A really close friend. But now they're back. And Zayn brought them to me.

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