Prima donna (A One Direction Fan Fiction)

Chapter Eighteen

>>Chapter Eighteen: Aftershock<<

We pulled apart after a long ten seconds, each of us moving to one side of the sofa. I smoothed my eyebrows and looked at the ground as I tried to wrap my head around the previous action.

Harry kissed me. And I kissed him back.

When I looked back up at him, he was already looking at me, and his expression resembled mine.

"That was......" He trailed off, furrowing his eyebrows.

"I......" I touched my lips and looked at him again. "You don't know how long I wanted you to do that, and it was......"

He looked away. "It was........"

We both sighed. "Nothing." We said in unison.

Our eyes met and there was a small smile on both of our faces. "You didn't feel anything?" I asked.

"Nope." He popped the 'p'. "What about you?"

I shook my head. "No spark." I let out a breath and moved closer to him. "It's confirmed, we don't like each other."

He nodded in agreement. "Not in that way at least."

"Why did you kiss me in the first place?"

He shrugged. "Since our friends were so set on that we liked each other that way, I thought it might have been true. So I tested it out."

I laughed a little and stuck out my tongue. "Eeeww! I kissed Harry!" I wiped my lips and put on an overdramatic disgusted face.

He gasped. "Hurtful!" He pushed me over and I landed on my side.

I sat up and glared at him before brushing myself off. "What now?"

He thought about this before he stood up and pulled me up as well. "You," he said as he started pushing my shoulders. "Are going to go talk to Zayn."

He opened the door and pushed me out. I turned around and stopped the door right before it closed.

"But what do I say?" I asked him, nerves taking over.

He looked at me, his eyes full of so many emotions. "The truth." With that he closed the door, leaving me to go and face my fiancé. Shouldn't I be excited instead of nervous?

What do I say? Do I just pull him into a hug? Do I tell him about Harry and me kissing? He doesn't have to know. Yes he does, they all have to know. But what if that just pushes him over the edge?

What if he calls off the wedding? What if he doesn't even answer the door?

I

was soon standing in front of his door, my mind spinning. I was so nervous I forgot how to knock, and I stared at the door, willing it to open.

After a very deep breath, I raised my hand and knocked on the cool wood door. I heard footsteps and the nerves continued to build.

They exploded when Zayn opened the door, his eyes still holding anger from our fight earlier. As soon as I saw him I spit out the thing that had been eating away at me.

"Me and Harry kissed." His eyes grew wide and I could see his whole body tense up. He slammed the door so hard and so fast that I jumped back, tears coming to my eyes.

>>Zayn's Point of View<<

I slammed the door shut and pulled at my hair. I couldn't believe it! I couldn't believe her! I couldn't believe him!

I clenched my fists and punched the wall next to me, a hole forming. My hand began to hurt, and I shook it angrily.

"Please!" I heard Adriene yelling outside the door. "Please Zayn, you don't know the whole story. Just let me explain!"