Walking Alone (1D Fan Fiction AU)

That Hurts

Shania’s POV

All that I can remember is slamming down onto the ground and everything went black. I have no idea who said heads up and I don’t know how long I have been passed out.

“Shania, Shania, are you okay?” I heard a male voice from above me. I wasn’t sure who it was and I couldn’t get myself to open my eyes, I was still a little dizzy.

“Shania!” someone screamed. I immediately sat up and my eyes shot open.

“Jesus Rylie, calm down.”

“What, it worked now, id it not?” Rylie said crossing her arms and glaring at, from what I could make out from my blurry vision was Zayn. He huffed at Rylie and slowly put his arms around my torso and helped me to my feet.

“You okay?” he asked me, looking into my eyes.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I put my hand to my forehead, “just a little dizzy.” I started to walk over to the bleachers but my legs were too weak and buckled but I felt myself being caught by someone. I turned my head and it was Zayn looking at me.

“You better take a load off Shania.” He said and brought me to the bleachers and set me down gently. All of the girls were already playing with the boys except for Rylie who was standing next to me.

“Rylie, you go play ball, I’ll sit with Shania, let me go grab my water.” He got up and left.

“God, how I don’t like that kid.” Rylie mumbled.

“Why?” I questioned her with a confused look.

“It’s a long story, I just don’t trust him and you shouldn’t either.” She put her hand on my shoulder and started to walk away before Zayn came back.

Why doesn’t Rylie trust him? What did he do? I have to find this out one way or another.

“Here, drink this.” Zayn handed me a water bottle.

“Thanks.” I said, accepted the water and took a sip.

Zayn sat down next t me and leaned back on to the other row of seats. He was wearing a tank top and basketball shorts. Sweat soaked the front of his shirt, the guys must have been playing long before we got here.

I couldn’t help but stare at him, the way he sat and the way his body looked when he was all sweaty, wait what? Am I checking out Zayn? I have never had feelings for him and never really noticed how his biceps—Shania stop! This is getting weird. Zayn saw that I was looking at him but I hadn’t noticed.

“See somethin’ you like?” Zayn said with a smirk.

I quickly turned my head, “N-n,” I cleared my throat, “not at a-all.” I tried to say with a straight face.

“Come on Shania, I know you were looking at this sexy mess.” Zayn said to me. He always joked around like this but I felt like he wasn’t joking this time.

“You and sexy should never be in the same sentence.” I said trying to hide that I did think he was kind of sexy—Shania what the fuck is wrong with you right now, did I hit my head to hard or something?

Zayn chuckled and I smiled. “You know, your funny.” Zayn said to me. “I forgot how funny you were.” I tried not to blush and looked down at my feet. I used to talk to Zayn all the time when the girls and I were getting to know the boys but then we kind of drifted a part because well, I’m not so sure why but anyway.

“Hey, I see you blushing over there.” He said leaning up from the bleacher and putting his elbows on his lap, slouching his shoulders.

“No,” I said kind of sarcastically, “me? What are you talking about?” Okay maybe really sarcastically, but I kind of have feelings for Zayn, I mean he stayed with me over playing basketball with his friends.

“Shania, just admit it.”

“Admit what?”

“Oh you know that you like me.”

“I do not!” I howl sitting up more and look him in the eyes.

“Admit, it!” He counters.

“No I will not!” I roar.

“Admit that I like you and you like me and we should be together—”

“No, Zayn, I don’t like y—wait what did you say?”

“Nothing, it was nothing.” He answered and looked at his sneakers twitting his thumbs. His cheeks started turning red and he started biting his lip. Okay there is defiantly something going on with him, he never acts like this.

“Zayn Malik, tell me this in—"

“I like you Shania!” he cut me off.

“stant.” I slowly finish in shock at what he just confessed. Zayn looked at me, square in the eye. I could see right through him. I saw that he had been keeping the secret for a while; I mean I never showed an interest in him before.

He just stared at me, waiting, waiting for something to come out of my mouth but I couldn’t get myself to say ‘I like you too’ I just couldn’t, it all happened to fast.

“I-I…uh…w-well…I don’t know what t-to say.” I barely got out. I shuffled around in my seat and Zayn let out a long sigh.

“I knew it,” he started softly, “I should have never said it.” He mumbled. Zayn started to get up but I grabbed his hand before he could walk away.

“Zayn, wait. I-it’s just t-that—“

“No Shania, I get it, you’re not interested.” Zayn pulled his hand away and I was left there on the bleachers trying to interpret what just happened. Zayn just walked across the gym grabbing his bag of clothes shaking his head then turned to look at me one last time. I could see the hurt in his eyes like he just had a horrible acupuncture appointment, okay not that bad, but like I broke his heart, then opened the double doors and left.

I looked at the rest of the group who has been playing basketball this whole time but none of the really noticed except for Abby. ‘What’s his problem?’ she mouthed. ‘I’ll explain later’ I mouthed back. She shrugged and began to play again. I started to feel a lot better, well before Zayn had to confess his love for me that is. I just don’t why he wouldn’t let me explain that I did like him, but he didn’t give me enough time, I hope that I can find a way to explain everything to him.