I Can't Fight This Feeling (Zachary Gordon x Reader)

Best Friends

"Are you okay?" He genuinely asked.

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Still your P.O.V.

"Hu- Wha- I uh.. I'm-I'm fine." I said embarrassed. I could tell he knew I was lying. Everyone knew I was lying. I had tears rolling down my cheeks for Christ's sake.

"O-Okay then." He replied back with a smile and worried eyes.

"M-May I be excused?" I stuttered as I asked my parents.

"Sweetheart, you haven't even put food on your plate." my mother said.

"I know. I'm not hungry right now." I said as I pushed the plate away. My mother sighed and looked at me with concern.

"Okay then." She said to me.

I got up and walked over to the stairs. I sighed quietly and walked to my room.

Zach's P.O.V.
Okay, something is wrong with (y/n) and I need to know what's wro- Wait.... Why do I can for her so much when I've only just met her? This can't be right. I sighed to myself and looked at the table of adults. I think I need to help her. Well, should I? It feels like the right, and nice, thing to do. I'll ask. Better to know if I can than never know at all.

"Um- Mom, could I be excused to go support (y/n)?" I asked, slightly nervous.

My parents looked over at (y/n)'s parents. I saw nods go around the table in agreement. Yes! I can help her.

"Sure dear. Her room is on second floor and is the first room on the right." (Y/n)'s mother said to me. I smiled and nodded.

"Thank you."

I got up and walked to the stairs.

"Okay, first door on the right." I said under my breath.

I climbed the stairs and made it to the second floor.

"Well, here goes nothing." I said. It's strange how I'm nervous. I've seen so many girls in my career. Not one of them has made me feel nervous upon first meeting them. Whatever.

I casted aside my thoughts and knocked on (y/n)'s door.

"C-Come in." I heard a small sound in between sobs through the door.

I entered in her room slowly and saw (y/n) sitting in a corner crying. She looked up at me and quickly covered herself to clean up her face with the blanket she had wrapped around herself.

"W-What are you doing in here. What do you want?" She said in a defensive tone. I don't blame her. Some random guy, she doesn't even know probably, just comes barging in her room. I would probably do the same thing if I were her. Anyway, I need to help her. At least to cease my curiosity and concern.

"I-I uh, I'm worried about you, a-and so is everyone else, but I wanted to come and support you. Or if nothing else, to cheer you up a little bit." I look at her awkwardly and try to smile without looking like an idiot.

"W-Why would you want to help me? You don't even really know me." She said.

"Uh um well I just am concerned for you, and so is everyone else. So, I would love to help you if you'll let me." Again, cheesy, but I think me being an awkward... Thing... Around her will maybe get her to smile a bit. This was not my plan. Never did I say to myself, "Oh Zach, act like an idiot in front of her. It'll totally make you look cool." I don't really recall a time where I've felt like I'm making a fool of myself in front of a girl. So why am I acting like this?

Wait.. Not the time. I pushed my thoughts away again, hopefully really far away this time, and sat between (y/n) and her dresser. She kept her face hidden from me and stared down at the floor in front of her. Sitting at this angle, I noticed her eyes. They were beautiful. The tears welling in her eyes made the (e/c) that they were, a bright and mystic looking (e/c).

"Hey, you can trust me. I'm not a scary person." I assured her. I hesitated for a moment, I don't know if I should hug her, or put my hand on her shoulder, or not do anything at all. Her head sunk down even more causing her (h/l) (h/c) hair to fall in front of her face. I smiled a little at that and pulled her hair away from her face. She was a beautiful girl, but I'm not gonna try. She won't ever like me. Plus all those girls at school would kill her on the spot.

"I want to go home." I heard her small voice speak up.

"This is your home. Well your new home anyway. Home is where the family is." I told her.

"All of my family is at home. A home where I'm not anymore." Tears fell down her face again at more of a faster pace.

"Hey, look at me. Just look at me and listen." She turned her head towards me and stared at me with no expression in her eyes.

I took a deep breath and spoke, "Here, right now, is a chance to build a new, and maybe even better, family. You all ready have your parents to start, you have me and my family, and soon you can also have friends that you can make at school. I can even help you."I offered to her.

There was a long silence before she spoke, "I don't need your help. I'm much better on my own." I could feel my face fall at the words spilled from her mouth. She doesn't deserve loneliness. She deserves happiness and family and friends and just good things and why am I so passionate about helping a girl that I just met!? Without thinking, I looked up at her and pulled her chin to face me as I spoke.

"No. You're wrong. That is where you are very wrong. Whether you want me to or not, I am going to help you. From this day forward, you are my best friend."

What the hell did I just say? I want her to be more than my friend. I have that feeling, but I don't really even know her. This is impossible. I can not be in love with her. Now she may be sitting there and thinking that I'm some sort of freak and is really going to say no.

"Well, if I really have no choice then okay. Just don't make me look like a baka."

"Baka?"

"It means idiot in Japanese."

"Oh. Shall we go downstairs," I stood up and offered a hand towards her, "best friend?"

She smiled at me and gave a small laugh. "Sure." She said as she took me hand.