Nobody Compares to You (One Direction fan fic)

Chapter 17: Faker

Yani’s POV

            Did we just kiss? Who started it? Am I the one who started it? Is it my fault? Did he feel the way I feel when we were kissing? The fireworks and sparks? Or Is it destiny? Does he still thinks about it? Oh My God!

            I rose from my bed still wondering about those things that did happened last night. I went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, gargled, washed my face, showered a bit, changed my clothes into baby blue cardigan and a white floral top cut low top and caramel plain Dolce and Gabbana pants with baby blue Channel belt, wore a Topshop blue sandal, applied some few make- up, curled my hair and rolled it on the top of my head. I went out of the bathroom once again and checked my email via macbook.

“Ooh! This boys got a lot of songs to record today.”, I said to myself as my Skype buzz on.

“Who might it be?”, I clicked the green button and it was Amy.

“Hey! Yani, how are you? It’s been forever since you last called. We missed you so much”, Amy shouted excitedly.

“Yeah! I know. Sorry about that it’s just that uh…-“, I replied suddenly someone knocked on the door.

“Yani? Are you there?”, an unfamiliar voice said.

“Who’s that?”, Amy asked.

“I… ah! Don’t know! No clue at all!”, I said starting to move my laptop a bit.

“Yani?”, a hesitation growing in a man’s voice is I hear but still unsure who is it.

“Coming!”, I shouted then turning back to Amy.

“Wait hold on”, I said to her as I completely removed my macbook on my lap. I went to the door and opened it unexpectedly seeing who else? Mhm……… Zayn.

“Oh! Hi?”, I greeted confusedly why the hell is he here.

“Uhm!......h…..ha……hi?”, he also greeted shakily like a frozen body. I just wondered, why is he shaking when he saw me? While when the door was closed he’s like an exaggerating alarm clock.

“Why are you here?”, I asked.

“Uhm!....Well….ah…..Bre……break…..breakfast……maybe……you….like….some…? Let’s….go…..downstairs….?”, he said unsurely of what he’s saying looking on the ground feels like scared looking in my eyes.

“Sure!?! Just a second”, I said giving him “what’s the matter with you?” weird look as I slowly left him to grab my iPhone. I quickly got it and went outside leaving behind Zayn. Just as I was about to go down the stairs, I remembered that I forgot to close my laptop. So I dashed quickly back to the room finding Zayn still there smiling like an idiot in Hollister shirt.

“He’s hot Yani!“, Amy grinned as I looked for the end button.

“Shut up!”, I said as I end the video chat folding my laptop then went back to the hallway closing the door.

Zayn’s POV

Man why did I speak like an idiot? I can’t take it anymore. I really need to talk to her. I must do something.

            She was about to go down the stairs luckily I still got a chance to grabbed her soft white hand.

“Yani”, I said.

“Yes”, she said confusedly.

“Can I talk to you?”, I asked.

“Uhm!... Can we do that later?”, why?