Soft Hate {One Direction}

Chapter 18 - Your So...

Nyla's POV

Sitting there on the couch I sighed. "You suck." I muttered. Next thing I herd was a door barge open, most likely Niall's front door.  An Irish lad came running out of his room towards the door, I turned around. All he did was immediately snog right into the girl. Just right there, against the wall. Together right there, like I said against the wall.

"Nyla?" I here someone whisper startling me. "Watching porn?" They giggled.

"Zayn!" I whisper back in yell slapping his arm playfully.

"We can have our own." He said with a wink. I could feel my cheeks turn a dark red, but I couldn't help but smile. Zayn giggled taking me by the hand we ran off out of the living room towards his room. "So, why'd you decide to stay?" He asked as he plopped him self on to a bean bag.

I shrug. "I dunno, something told me to stay."

"Oh."

"Yea . . ." I say quickly taking things to another subject. "So how are you and Perrie?"

Zayn's eyes looked sparkling, but not in happiness; all he did was fiddle with his fingers as he tried to speak. "We um, were going to. We broke up."

"Again?" I say walking up to him, and he replied with a simple nod. Lifting his chin up to face my eyes I smile. "It'll be fine all right?" Next thing I knew his soft pale, but pink lips were placed on to mine. What's he doing? What am I doing? Stop, Nyla.

I pulled away. "Sorry." Zayn muttered. Sitting there shocked Zayn looked me deep in the eyes. "I still love you . . ."

"W-what?" I questioned.

"Yea, I'm sorry! I know your with Harry, but I just. I never stopped!"

"And you tell me that now!?" I yelled.

"Yea! What's the problem!?" He shouted back.

"I could be with you in your arms now! Instead of Harry's. Everything would have been better resolved if you told me this before! You didn't date Perrie cause you wanted to did you? You did cause I got her to accept you back! Was it to hide what you feel!?"

"Yes!" Zayn just confirmed everything I let out. "It was . . ." He whispered.

"Well, I can't say I don't like Harry, but I found out I don't like Niall."

"Wait." He said. "You don't like Niall?"

I let my self fall to Zayn's bed back first. "I honestly don't know. Every things fucked. I mean everything. It's like I wanna have Harry and Niall, but I can't."

"Maybe your with Harry, cause you feel sorry for him?"

I sat up and looked at Zayn. "Maybe . . ."

"Just, just tell him your real feelings. Harry's been amazing on his own, I just know he can find another girl, a great one too. The perfect one."

"You really thing so?" I asked.

"I know so." After he said that Is smiled, but my eyes water. Harry? And another girl? The thought bother me just a slight bit, but I gotta admit. I can't keep lying. Zayn was able to reach my hand that laid off the bed. Next thing I knew he pulled me close. "Your so beautiful . . ." I blushed. "I'll go with you tomorrow."

"What about Niall?" I questioned.

"We'll figure something out. I promise."

"Fine." I say. Next thing I knew all I herd was big out loud moans, about to speak Zayn interrupted me.

"Ignore it."

"I can-"

"Ignore it." He repeated.

"Za-"

"Ignore it." Looking at Zayn I smiled.

"You know I find you real adorable right, and everything else in that category. " Zayn did the smile where his tongue hid behind his teeth, his little hat placed on his head. He slightly turned his face to the side trying to hide his blushing smile. "I could love you back too."

"No, you will." He muttered kissing my cheek. What am I doing with my life anymore, if only they never came into my life again, but they did, and there's either a reason or a lesson.