She's not afraid (One Direction/Selena Gomez)

chapter 19

"Juliet you're not..."I didn't even let him finish the sentence, because I throw myself at him with a bit too much force. He topples back on the bed, with me on top of him.

I feel such happiness about me and my heart beat is lighter again. As if driven by some invisible force of speed, I scramble on my feet, executing my happy dance; Macarena moves are on display with vast amount of wiggling. Completely lost in this great moment, while relief flooded every cell in my body. I gave myself few good minutes of dancing until I stop, breathless.

Only now I perceive that Liam is full on laughing, slapping his hand up and down against his thigh, causing me to blush with embarrassment.

I drop my gaze but giggle slips from me, and I peek at him: "What?"

Slowly his uplifting laughter subdues. He clears his throat twice: "What was that?"

I awkwardly shift my weight from one foot to another and shrug with my shoulders: "Well...it was my happy dance. I couldn't help it. I'm just so happy and relieved. And since it's late I couldn't yell from all that excitement, so instead I settled on doing some awesome moves." I mumbled and give him large grin.

Liam shakes his head, standing up, chuckle falls from his mouth. He disappeared into the bathroom with pregnancy test in his hand, leaving me here a bit confused. Seconds later he returns empty handed. I sigh in relief and open my arms for him. Liam doesn't hesitate to come into my arms. He squeezes me and gives me a kiss on top of my head. Gently he pulls away, looking down at me with a kind smile.

"You should go to bed." Liam stated, before goes to the door.

"Liam?"

He turns so that he can see me, then I proceed: "Do you know who brought me in the bed last night?"

His eyes meet mine: "Harry did."

My mouth pop open and my eyes widen all at once. I breathe out: "Oh..."

"Yeah I know." Liam commented and leaves me to myself.

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During the breakfast Zayn has ripped apart my good mood. He didn't mutter a word; his eyes would purposely avoid mine. Even the morning sun with its pale rays, which tinted the dining room, couldn't mend the awful feeling in my stomach. I can't help but think that somehow I'm responsible for Zayn's coldness.

"Juliet, you have an hour to get ready." Harry diverted my attention from Zayn to him.

A large grin appears on my lips: "I'm so excited. Can hardly wait!"

"Zayn and me are coming with you."

I shrug: "Fine with me. But what about other lads?"

Harry's jaw strained, his eyes are now cold, rigid, hard; glaring at me as if I'm an enemy. "They have some stuff to take care of." His tone was aligned with his gaze. I look away.

Zayn speaks gruffly: "Can Liam go instead of me?"

My eyes flicker to him; his lips pressed in thin line, lines in his brow are little more apparent, his shoulders stiff, and his breathing is slow, like he is fighting something back and loosing. I bit my bottom lip, my forehead is pulled in confusion.

"No Malik! You're going, end of discussion!" Harry muttered firmly.

Zayn's furious eyes turn to me, my blood drained, because I have never seen such a cold look on him. He rises on his feet and storms out of the quiet dining room. My heart hammers erratically, as my mind is lost, puzzled. Slowly with unblinking eyes I look at the boys. They are unfazed, immersed in their own thoughts.