Pinky Promises

"Well tell me something. Tell me a lie." I asked him. He thought to himself for a moment and then smiled. "I hate you." He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my forehead. I turned to face him. "Now tell me something true." I whispered. "I love you. I could never hurt you and I never will." He finally spoke. I giggled to myself. "Promise?" I stuck my pinky up at him. He intertwined his pinky with mine and leaned in next to my ear. "Promise."

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17. I Want Her Back

Everyone was leaving and the guests thought it was fun. I was glad that everyone had fun. but I hate when no one stays over to help me clean. Liam and Danielle went home, Louis and Eleanor decided to get some dinner, Harry and Tracie were just about to leave, and Zayn was in the bathroom.

"I had a great time." Harry told me. I nodded.

"I'm glad." As I picked up one of the pillows, I heard him clear his throat.

"Are you mad at me?" he asked. I shook my head.

"Why would I be mad?"  I asked him. He rolled his eyes.

"You know why."  I gave him a 'not really' look. He nodded. "Well I'm glad." there was a long silence before Tracie walked over.

"Babe, I'm hungry for a cheeseburger." she pouted.

"Okay..." Harry looked at her.

"Oh come on! Buy me one?" she asked. He rolled his eyes and grabbed his coat.

"See you later, Kay." and with that, he left. I rolled my eyes and began to clean up some more when Zayn came out and smiled.

"Busy cleaning?" he asked. I nodded, and he joined me.

"Thanks for helping." I said. He chuckled and grabbed the bowls that were on the couches and coffee table. We cleaned up the rest of the living room and started doing some dishes. As I did so, I noticed that Harry left his sweatshirt behind. I remember wearing it around the hotel all the time when we were dating. I grabbed it and put it up to my face. I miss him so much. Zayn must have noticed because he put his hand on my shoulder. I turned to him and gave him a big hug. He gave me a smile and a kiss on the forehead.

"I know you miss him, but you have to talk to him." he whispered. I shook my head.

"I know. God, how come you're so amazing, Zayn?" I asked. He shrugged.

"Because I care about you a lot." Zayn put my head to his chest and held me there for awhile until I looked into his eyes. We walked over to the couch and I fluffed the pillows in place while he put the spare blankets back in my bedroom. I sat on the coffee table and thought for a moment. Zayn was a great friends, I could never loose him. He was amazing and a great friend.  He came back and sat next to me, facing me.

"Zayn, what did you mean you cared about me a lot?" I asked him. He shrugged with a puzzled expression on his face.

"That you're a great friend and I don't want to see you hurt anymore." he told me, . I nodded and stared into his eyes. I blushed and looked away from him. He lifted my chin up and smiled. "And even if Harry doesn't see what I do, then he must be blind."

"What?" did he just say what he sees? He looked at me, slowly moving his eyes down to my lips. I leaned in and gently pressed my lips on his. He put his hand on my cheek, kissing back. I pulled away slowly, looking into his eyes. I moved my eyes a little bit behind him and noticed him standing there. He was holding his sweater that he had left earlier. Zayn turned his head and noticed him as well.

"I just came back to get my... sweater." Harry said, rushing out. Zayn got up and followed over to the door as Harry was heading out.

 

Harry's POV: When I dropped Tracie off at her house, I realized that I forgot my sweatshirt. I drove back to Kaylie's house and when I got to her floor, her door was still a bit opened. I opened it all the way, noticing my sweatshirt on the ground next to the door. I picked it up and looked over at the couch, noticing Zayn and Kaylie, except now it just looked like Zaylie. As Zayn pulled away, Kaylie noticed me. Her face went to total shock mode, bringing attention to Zayn. He looked behind me and his eyes widened, his jaw dropped, and his face shocked as well.

"I just came back to get my... sweater." I said, rushing out. My thoughts went to total shock mode. Seeing his lips on hers made me angry. Why did it though? I should be happy for her. She's doe nothing but support me after what I did to her. While I walked to the stairs, Zayn called for me.

"Harry, wait..."

"Look, I didn't know."

"That's the thing. There isn't anything to know because that was nothing." he started. I gave him a weird look. "Look, we're just friends."

"Do friends do that? Do they kiss each other?"

"No. Harry look. You see, it was... how do you say... in the moment?"

"I see?"

"I can't explain it. Yeah, I fancy her but we've already discussed this. She only wants to be friends." I nodded and looked at him.

"Well if that mind changes, I guess I can't stop you." did I really just say that? my best friend and the girl that I'm still madly in love with. He looked up at me.

"..really?" he looked very confused. I thought it out for a moment, then sighed.

"Zayn, I saw that kiss. The way she kissed you, the way you kissed her back, It reminded me of when I kissed her. I've hurt too much to get her back." I whispered.

"Harry, she still talks about you daily. I couldn't-"

"Even if she does, I could never get her back. Besides, I'm with Tracie." Zayn shook his head.

"Do you mean Tracie's with you?"  I mesmerized his face, grabbing one of his hands.

"Make her happy, Zayn. I love her too much to see her hurting." I told him. He nodded.

"I will."

 

Even though Zayn was a great guy, I really didn't want him to be with her. You know why? Because I wanted to be with her, but he wouldn't hurt her as bad as I already have. I know she will be happy. Way more happy than she ever was with me. I just wish it was with me. Oh God... I want her back.

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