Trust, Love, and Lost Relations

I can see What's Happening, but They Don't Have a Clue

Zayn's P.O.V.
The next morning, after we all went to bed at 3 AM, (Felicity and Katrish had us up watching Disney movies all night) I was the first one to wake up.

I went downstairs to see that everyone was still asleep and the house was totally silent. I went to the kitchen and started to make tea. Just then, Liam walked downstairs.

"Morning mate," I greeted him.
"Morning," he replied.
" Did you sleep well?"
"Well enough, after going to bed at 3."

"Yeah, I know the feeling." I laughed a little, just when Niall came downstairs. "Hey, Ni," I greeted. It didn't surprise me that we were the ones up early. It's just kind of a force of habit now. We always have to go to bed late and wake up early for our tours.

"Mornin'" Niall greeted me back.

"How'd you sleep?" I asked, repeating the conversation I had with Liam. After our quick casual conversation, it was quiet for q couple minutes. Then I interrupted, "so," I started, teasingly, "Felicity?" I grinned at Niall. He blushed.

"What about her?" He asked, trying to brush it off. Liam and I gave him knowing looks, and he blushed even more. Niall interrupted his own embarrassment to tease Liam. "So, Katrish?" I grinned at Liam, and he blushed almost as much as Niall did.

"Katrish?" He asked, flustered, "What about her?" He was looking anywhere but at Niall and I. What a terrible liar.

"What about her?" I mocked him. He glared. "Please, man, we all seen that look."

He looked confused. "What look?"

"The look you were giving her all last night." I said to him. Did he really not notice he was doing it?

"What look?" He asked, still confused.

"The one like you could stare at her for the rest of your life and be perfectly happy," I replied, "although, that would be a little creepy," I pointed out.

"I wasn't-" he said, trying to find the words to explain how he 'wasn't' staring at her.

"Quit lying to yourself, mate," Niall said to him. "It won't help your situation if you do," he teased, winking at him.

"Well, what about you and Felicity then?" He said to Niall, trying to bush off his embarrassment. I just watched them bicker, amused.

"Felicity and I are adorable," he said, defiantly. He wasn't wrong, though. And that's coming from me, her brother.

"Well-" Liam gave up, "ok, fair enough." I chuckled at them, and they both jumped, scared. Apparently they had forgotten I was here.

They turned and looked at me with extremely accurate Cheshire Cat grins on their faces. I looked at them wide eyed, a little nervous. "Hi," I said nervously waving.

"What about you?" Liam asked.
"What about me?" I asked back.
"You interested in any of these girls?" Niall asked.
"Um, no," I lied.
"You're lying," Liam called me on it.
"What makes you think that?"
"You have tells," Niall said.
"What are they?"

"Sh! It's a secret," Niall whispered. He sounds like Felicity... she's rubbing off on him, and it's only been three days.

"So, who is it?" Liam asked again.
"What?" I said, pretending to be confused.
"Who is it?" He said more slowly.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"You're lying."
"I am not!"
"You are too!"
"I am not!"
"You are too!"
"No I'm not."
"Who is it?"

"Lexi!" Dammit. He knew that would work...
"Ha!"
"What?"

"I so called it!" Niall yelled happily. Just then, the three girls in question walked downstairs rubbing their eyes sleepily. I looked at them, worried for a minute that they heard our conversation. Niall and Liam looked worried too.

They looked at us confused. "What's with the ridiculous looks?" Katrish asked.

"What ridiculous looks?" I asked, pretending I had no idea.

"The ones you're staring at us with, like we have three heads. Each," Felicity answered.

"Oh, sorry," Niall said sheepishly.
"Sorry," Liam said as well.
"I'm sorry too," I said finally.

I heard Lexi mutter something under her breath about boys. Although, I don't think it was a good mutter...

It was silent for a few more minutes, and then Felicity walked over to the stove and started making tea. "Are you sure you aren't British?" I teased her.

"I am British, smarty," she sassed. I looked at her funny. "You're my brother," she said slowly, as if talking to a child, "I was born in England."

"Oh, right," I said dumbly. Everyone in the room laughed at me. Wow, way to go Zayn. Make yourself look like a twat in front of the girl you're crushing on. I blushed faintly, but no one noticed.

Just then, Clarissa walked downstairs, looking excited. For what? I asked myself. It was like she could read my thoughts, because as soon as I thought it, she answered my mental question out loud.

"Guys," she started, "we should have a party." She grinned like the Cheshire Cat. Uh oh...

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Author's note: Ok, so some of you might be upset that I'm continuing this book, even though Zayn isn't a part of the band anymore. And I totally understand that, but I am still going to continue. Writing this book helps distract me from a whole bunch of crap, so it's good that I'm writing it. Also, I have slight OCD in reality, so I have this need to finish the book I started.