(BOOK 2) Summer Love - A One Direction Fan Fiction

Chapter Fourteen - You Make Things Right With Zayn

As soon as you’re in fresh clothes and smooth your hair as much as it can, you open your bedroom door and leave nude, drunk Zayn still lying on your bed.  You close the door softly and painfully walk down the stairs.  You think Zayn could have been a bit gentler, but you know how much and how long he’s been craving it.  You get to the bottom of the stairs to find Harry lying on the couch with a cast on his ankle.  The doctor must have been here while you were…with Zayn.  His eyes are closed and he’s breathing heavy.  You tip-toe over to him to look at his peaceful face.  You smile.  Suddenly his eyes shoot open.

“Ah!  Harry!” you yell.

Harry laughs loudly.

“You were just faking?!” you yell.

“Of course!” he yells, laughing.

You roll your eyes.

“You know, Harry…” you say after a short silence, “you didn’t have to do that.”

“And let that cart hit you?  No, I don’t know what would have happened,” he answered.

“There you go again, Harry,” you say.

“What?”

“You act like a sleazy pervert all the time, but then you do something like this and you really surprise me.”

“Why does that surprise you?” he asks.

“I never think you actually care about me,” you explain, “I just think you want to make out just because I’m here.”

Harry chuckles. 

“Well it’s true.  I care about you.  I definitely wouldn’t mind making out if you’re offering, though…” Harry says.

You roll your eyes.

“I’m just kidding,” Harry says. “But…you know…”

“Yeah, I know, Harry…” you chuckle.  “Maybe sometime…”

Harry’s face lights up.

“You mean it?” he asks.  “But I thought you said you didn’t want any romance when you’re with us.”

You sigh.  You remember saying that and still know that no romance would probably be best, but you can’t help but fall into their arms once in a while.

“I said maybe,” you say.

You shift your body and are suddenly stunned by the pain Zayn had given you.

“What’s wrong?” Harry asks with concern in his eyes.

“Nothing…” you lie.

You are suddenly very afraid.  Zayn just…came in you.  What would happen now?  You hardly even want to think about it.  You remember what Liam said about being there for you whenever something might happen with you and the other boys.

“Umm…I’ve got to go talk to Liam,” you say.

You find Liam in the kitchen, writing out a check for the doctor bill that didn’t make even the littlest dent in their fortune. 

“H—hey, Liam,” you say.

Liam looks up at you instantly.

“What’s wrong?” he asks.

“Why does something have to be wrong?” you ask.

“You just look a little shaken,” Liam explains.  “Are you sure nothing’s the matter?”

You wonder if you should tell him.  What would he do to Zayn?  Especially if he knew he was drunk?

“I was just…a bit worried about Zayn,” you tell him.