A Love-Hate Relationship (One Direction Fan Fic)

Lilly Christopher is obsessed with One Direction. She's in love with Harry Styles. While driving to a 1D concert, her car breaks down. Well guess who's there to pick her up? The one and only, One Direction. What happens after the concert when she has to hide out with them until the paparazzi goes away? A difficult love triangle forms. She loves him. He loves a different girl. And a different band member loves her. Relationships will be tested. Friendships will reach their climax.


7. He's The One For Me

Our hotel was trashy. There was only one bed, which was a single bed. The couch was as tiny as hell. We had pretty much had nothing in our room besides a moldy half eaten pizza in the refridgerator. Do they not have people who clean these?

"Hey Hannah...?"


"Are you sure you don't want-"

"No! No. No no no. We just have to stay with this. We are going to do this. I don't care how dirty or gross this is; it's in our budget and we will stay here if it means we can go to the One Direction concert."

I smiled and nodded. I ran over to the bed and jumped on it, yelling, "I call the bed!"

"Hey! No fair!" Hannah said, frowning at me.

I put on an evil smirk. "Oh don't be such a piss pants. The couch looks so much more comfortable, I'm doing you a favor."

She just shook her head and walked to the couch. "I can't believe I actually came here with YOU."

"Excuse me? You love me and you know it!" I threw a pillow at her, and it hit her directly in the face. BULLSEYE!

She laughed. "Of course I do. And your the only other girl I know who is also obsessed with One Direction..."


"I only speak the truth." She smirked at me.

"I know..." I said, acting sad. Then I grinned. "You know what tomorrow is?"

"DUH! THE DAY OF THE CONCERT! I'm not stupid." She smiled.

"I know, I was just making sure." I plopped down on my back. I turned over to check the time. 9:00 p.m. "Okay, well, I'm gonna hit the hay so we can wake up early and look pretty for the concert!"

She grinned. "That's the spirit!"


I woke up with a cold breeze flowing over my body. I looked over at my body and noticed the blankets weren't covering me, and that all I had on was my bra and underwear. What the hell? I never sleep in just these.

I tried to roll out of bed, but instead I rolled on top of something. Or rather someone. I looked down to see a mess of dark brown hair in front of me. Who is this? I started to move the hair away from his face, when a voice startled me by saying, "Morning beautiful."

I jumped off and away from his body, but landed on the floor. "Ughh...."

This strangers laugh was quite sexy with his hoarse voice. He looked over the bed at me. I gasped when I saw his face. OH MY GOD.

"Z-Z-Zayne?! Like Zayne Malik? From One Direction?!"

He laughed awkwardly. "Um, yeah, we established this yesterday. Don't you remember anything?" 

"Would it be bad if I said no?" I half-smiled.

He smirked. "Yes. But I wouldn't be so offended if we repeat what we did last night..."

My face went crimson red. "Uhh....what exactly did we do last night?"

He shook his head slowly at me. "You serrously can't remember? One bit?" I shook my head. "You weren't even drunk. Well maybe if you come on the bed, I'll remind you." Me being my oblivious self, went and layed down next to him. He leaned down so we were almost kissing, but we weren't yet. "I want you to feel everything I felt last night. I want you to touch me like I touch you. I want you to want me like I want you. I want you to love me like I love you." His mouth moved against mine with every word he said. I froze and waited for him to kiss me; I desperately wanted him to kiss me, needed him to kiss me.

But he froze there, almost as if he was testing me, making sure I really wanted him. I raised my hand, and slowly moved it up his neck and through his disheveled hair. The want and need for him was growing more and more desperate with each second we were this close. I smashed my lips onto his, both of us moving in sinc with each other, almost as if we were made for each other. 

He rolled on top of me and deepend the kiss. I tugged on his hair, wanting more of this. More of him. He kissed down and up my neck. Being slow and seductive while doing it, never breaking eye contact with me. His eyes were dark and smoldering.


He put a finger on my mouth to shush me, then kissed me on the lips. Slowly. Very slowly. Making me want him even more than before, which I didn't think was possible.

I rolled on top of him. My turn. But before I could do anything, I started shaking. Why was I shaking. "Uhhh...Zayn?"

Zayne just smiled. "Wake up, Lilly. Wake up."

"What? Zayn, I'm not sleeping. I-"

"Lilly. Wake. Up."


I woke up to Hannah shaking me awake. "C'mon you sleepy head. You always sleep in. The concert is in four hours. Get up and get ready."

I groaned and lazily grabbed my suitcase and walked into the bathroom. I stopped in front of the mirror and almost jumped when I saw my reflection. I looked like a beast. My brown hair was everywhere, and clothes were all wrinkled.

I hopped into the shower and let the water wash over me while I thought to myself. What did that dream mean? Am I attracted to Zayn? Well obviously, I mean, look at him. But I'm in love with Harry. Harry Styles. He's the one for me. 

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