I had been home for an hour now. I just got out of the shower, and was watching TV in the living room. I was only wearing my black lace bra and underwear under my light blue bathrobe. I was shaking. I'm afraid of Harry. I can't see the boys anymore.
I need to tell someone all this. I can't tell Allison or Lydia. They won't pick up their phones.
Suddenly, my thoughts traveled back to Zayn. Can I tell him? Will he talk to me? Will I ruin his and Harry's friendship? I decided to text him.
"Hey." Was what I sent him.
Minutes later, I checked my phone. He read it a minute after I sent it, but never responded. And in that moment, I wished my iPhone never showed me if the person I was texting read it or not. I didn't wanna know.
I stood up from the couch and headed to the kitchen to make myself a salad. The TV was faintly playing in the back, and as I was cutting up tomatoes, I could've sworn I heard a knock at the front door. Curiously, I put the knife down, and went to open the door. No one was there.
I was weirded out, but also scared. I went around and shut all the blinds in my house. I went back to cutting up tomatoes, and suddenly, my phone buzzed.
I ran to my phone, praying that it was Zayn. It was a text message. From someone whose number I didn't have. The message read: "Hey, Nicole. I'm sorry about what happened earlier, I don't know what the hell was going on with me... I was wondering if you could come over tomorrow. All the love, H." Harry.
I did not know what to think. How'd he get my number? I added him as a contact in my phone, and continued to make my salad.
An hour later, it was 8:00 PM. I had called Allison to see if she wanted to hang out, but she said she had plans with Lydia and their other friend, Jennifer. Oh well.
The TV was still on, but I was on my iPad, ordering clothes online, and the doorbell rang. I opened the blind next to the door to see who was there; it was Zayn. I opened the door, and he spoke:
"Hey," he started. "Can I come in?"
"Yeah... sure." I said, opening the door more.
He walked in, and looked around. "Cool place." He was wearing a red flannel and black jeans.
"Thanks." I said, trying to play it cool, but I couldn't, knowing that he never texted nor called. It was kind of awkward. I began to think about Harry...did he tell Zayn what happened? Did he tell anyone?
Zayn didn't say anything, so I kept talking. "What brings you here?"
He turned around and looked at me. "We haven't been talking lately. I wanted to say that Harry and I are both sorry about what we did. I was acting strange that day, I know."
I tried to shake it off, but was Zayn talking about what Harry did today? "It's fine, you didn't do anything."
He didn't say anything. Everything felt intense.
"Anyways, I was wondering if you wanted to go bowling with us right now. Everyone's waiting outside your house...I can see you're not dressed, though." He spoke while looking at me head-to-toe.
I bit my lip. I didn't want to go, but I felt bad about not going that other Friday, and the thought of them coming to my house to see if I wanted to tag along made me happy.
As I was about to speak, I paused. If I say yes, what will Harry do?
"I can go get dressed. I won't take long." I said, and he nodded.
I sprinted up the stairs, reached my bedroom, and threw off my bathrobe. I put on exactly what I wore the other Friday, my tank top and flannel with the high-waisted shorts. I didn't want to take long with makeup, and it was hot out, so I only put on primer, foundation concealer, mascara, and lipstick. I did all this in under 10 minutes, so I didn't take too long. I rapidly put on my white converse, grabbed any essentials, and rushed downstairs.
Zayn was waiting for me in the living room, on his phone. He looked up at me when he heard me come downstairs.
"Ready?" I asked.
He shut his phone and put it in his pocket. "Yeah," he replied while studying my face. He started to walk closer to me, so close that soon I could hear his breathing, feel it. God, did I want to kiss him.
Soon, Nicole and I were so close to each other, and this is exactly what I wanted. I want to kiss her, so badly that it hurts. It feels like the devil is taking me, and literally breaking me to pieces, breaking all my bones, literally taking my heart and crushing it. Have you ever loved somebody so much, that you can actually feel your heart breaking? Everything's messed up and I can't have her.
"Zayn..." Nikki started. I leaned down, I was going to kiss her, I could feel it. She wanted to kiss me back, I know it. It's called love, and I love her. So much....
And I was ready to kiss her, I know she felt it inside her, too. She wants me, I want her.
Suddenly, the conversation between Danielle and I came to my head....
"Zayn, get yourself together. You can't have her. You know that your best mate loves her, so let it be".
"Well, what am I supposed to do? Stay away from her? I can't. I just can't."
"Zayn...you know that I'm sorry, but it's for the best...he needs her. You want her."