Am I in Love or is this a joke?

"I thought you cared about me. But you didn't. If you did, then you would never do this to me." I cried. Myrah...please.." "Don't Myrah me!" I left him. I thought I was his only one. But I was wrong. Wrong again...why didn't I listen to Niall?


19. The truth

Okay, so I didn't tell my friends but I wasn't thinking of that. I decided to walk home and eat. When I got home, Tommie was at the door and shaking his rattle. I picked him off the floor and carried him. He was hitting me with his rattle. "Hey Myrah." "Hi mom." I hugged her. "Can I go on a walk?" I took an apple from the fridge. "Sure but be back by dinner." "Okay." I changed into my fall clothes I usually walk in. No one ever recognizes me. This is what my clothes look like.

I walked out the door and walked casually. Maybe the watch, ring and nail polish was a little too much but it was worth it. I watched as two little children were playing in the yard. They are twins. I saw Louis and he looked at me but didn't recognize me. I saw Zayn but he didn't look at me. I guess he didn't recognize me wither. Niall and Rocky looked towards my direction but they were like 'Who's that?' I was happy that no one knew who I was. Then I saw Daniel. I wanted to call out but he was with...another girl?! I was confused. Maybe they can be friends or relatives, that's all. But they kissed. This is what the girl looks like.




I can't believe that they kissed in my face. I wanted to cry, never coming out again. These are the dreading words that I here: "You're the most prettiest girl I've ever seen. I love you Danielle." "I love you too Daniel." I looked at them walking away and I ran home, crying. Zayn, Louis, Niall, and Rocky watch me leave, and they still don't have a clue of who I am. I came home 2 hours early. "You're back Myrah, that quick? You must walk fast." I ran to my room, plopped myself onto the bed and cried for 2 hours straight. My dad came home an hour before I stopped crying. I guess he doesn't know where I am. "Myrah! Dinner.!" My father yells. "I'm not hungry." I replied. I locked the door and looked up the ceiling. Then I remember...That dude is some serious player. Rocky knows that too. We want to protect you from that psychotic lunatic." Niall says. From what I heard, they were right. I didn't listen because I thought they were jealous. Especially Rocky. But I was wrong. Someone knocks on my door. It was my dad. "Someone wants to give you a visit." He says. I looked at Zayn. My eyes were red from crying. "Hey Zayn." I sniffed. "What's wrong Myrah. I hate seeing you like this. Wait, let me guess. It's Daniel, right?" "Yeah, how did you know?" I asked. "For one thing, I saw that girl with him. Secondly, Rocky says he is a serious player. She even went out with him before." That's what Rocky meant when she said Daniel as her answer. "Seriously, you need to pay attention better." He says. "Sorry Zayn." I said with a guilty voice. I wanted to cry all over again. The next thing In know, I'm crying on his shirt. "Sorry for crying all over your shirt." I said with a muffled voice. "That's okay Myrah." He rubbed my back until I calmed down. I realized something. Every time something goes wrong, Zayn's always there. Well, there's this one time when I was kicked out of the table because he was nowhere us. Does even mean that he likes me? A lot? I looked at him. I twas awkwardly silent for a moment. Then we ended up on bed, kissing. What's up with that? My dad came into the room. "Myrah, dinner's-Oh." He saw us kissing and we screamed. "Dad!" I hollered. Zayn was bright red. "Coming Dad." "Hey Zayn." "Yes Mr. Mayfields?" "Want to eat dinner with us?" He asked. "Sure, why not." "By the way Myrah, just wait a little." "Why?" "Tommie spills his dinner all over your chair." To Zayn, he says, "Son, we're gonna have a might dinner, okay?" "Sure Mr. Mayfields." He leaves. "That was awkward." He says. "I know, right? He found us kissing. Hey, speaking of love, why do we always kiss?" He turns from bright red to cherry red. "I don't know." He mumbled through his mouth. We started kissing again. When we went to the dining room, my mom was cleaning my chair. "Oh yes Zayn would be eating with us. Where do you want to sit?" "It doesn't really matter." "Good, you'll be sitting next to Myrah." We h=gave each other a hooray-we're-sitting-next-to-each-other look.While no one was looking, we kissed. It was the slow type. Tommie starts throwing his meatballs. "Good gracious Tommie, what have gotten into you?" He gave us that funny look. He did the raspberry unfortunately. "Anyway, I'll get Tommie cleaned up and you guys and go ahead talk." My mom took Tommie and rushed upstairs. "So Myrah and Zayn, how did it feel to be kissing each other?" My dad asked with a wiggle in his eyebrows. "Dad!" I hollered playfully. "We're not boyfriend and girlfriend." Zayn says. "Explain the kissing." My dad says. "We do that for some reason." We both shrugged. "Anyway, your mom's coming down after she washed Tommie." "Why does he throw food?" Zayn asked."Just because." I said and he laughs. When my dad runs to the bathroom, we kissed each other. 

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