Forgotten

Chapter 3

Bzzt. Bzzt. I wake up startled by the sound, knocking my head on the top bunk where my sis slept. "Oh God!" I yell. I rub the sore spot and look at the source of the buzzing. Of course, someone has to be textin me at 2:00 AM in the morning. I grab the device and squint at the screen while reading the small letters.

'Harry: hey love. ur probably sad now that zayns gone so i was wondering if u wolud like to go out and get a coffee tomorrow. srry if i woke u up love - H' My smikr is lit up by the screen and I giggle but quickly stop when I remember my sister is stil slseeping. I instead think about how much I've had a crush on Zayn's cute, curly bandmate. The problem was I always stuck to Zayn through everything because he was my first and best friend. We went through ups and downs together and I had the nerve to think that maybe one day, somewhere, somehow, I could be Mrs. Malik. But now I realize how stupid I was to believe something like that would happen, especially with Perrie in the way.

I return to the phone and let my thumbs rest on the keys, thinking of what to respond. I press the keys harder than I should and type 'sure iw ould love to have coffee with u. where should we meet and when? - A :)' I still have a dumb smile on my face. 'Oh what love can do to a person.' I think to myself as I could the seconds untill Harry responds. The phone vibrates in my small hand. I read the letters, not having to squint anymore. The text reads 'i'll pick u up around 8. is that ok? - H x'. My heart starts to beat faster, the way it used to when Zayn would text me. 'I think about Zayn too much.' I think to myself. 'I have to let him go like he let me go. 'ok hazz. dont be late! :P - A xo'

One of the reasons I love Harry is that I can always be myself around him. I can always joke around with him. If I say the worst joke there is he'll still laugh because he doesn't make the greatest jokes either. I imagine his reaction when he reads my text. I bet he would smile with that big dimple grin, his eyes illuminated by his phone's screen. I can imagine his deep chuckle, making the atmosphere around him absorb his funny disposition. His laugh was contagious.

I almost jump when I feel the phone buzz again in my hand, illuminating the wall I'm sitting up against. I read his last text to me for the night which says 'dont worry. i wouldnt miss it for the world :) good night love - H xx'. His loving text made my eyes flutter close. He was such a gentleman, a kind guy. But he also had a hard, strong side he had that would surface whenever someone he loved was in trouble. He was loving, protective, and would be willing to do anything for his loved ones. 'The perfect boyfriend and husband.' I think to myself.

I freak out like a total fan girl and start kicking my legs while screaming as quietly as I can into my pillow. 'This could be the start of a relationship. I could forget about Zayn. Forget about Perrie. Just focus on the cute, curly haired boy with those piercing green eyes.'

Harry's Point of View:

I was just laying in my bed when I looked over at a picture by my bedside of Ashley and I. It was a picture taken by Zayn at the beach a year ago. She was wearing a cute polka dot bikini with dark sunglasses covering her beautiful brown eyes. Her hair was back in a messy bun that I found really cute. She was holding onto my stomach and kissing me on the cheek as her pose, one leg in the air. I remember that moment. I can still feel her touch but I can't remember her lips. I want to remember them. I had one arm around her and I was blushing because we never had been so close. I could feel her warm body next to mine, skin touching skin. I just wanted to slip off her sunglasses and look into those eyes, tell her how beautiful she is, and kiss her. I wanted to be mine. I could tell though that Zayn wasn't too happy about how close we were, how I looked at her. I could see the hint of jealousy in his eyes which were in slits as he watched me, as if he was trying to intimidate me. I wasn't really afraid of him but I still backed off.

After I heard Zayn and Perrie were going off on a vacation I got an idea. I looked through my phone contacts to see who I could make plans with. When I saw Ashley's name my finger stopped. I hesitated, wondering what her response would be to me asking her out. I decided to be bold and asked her if she'd like to have coffee with me. I once again hesitated as my finger hovered over the send button. 'Should I do it? Would Zayn approve?' I wonder to myself. I shake my head, 'Zayn has a girlfriend. I can do what I want.' I let my finger fall on the button and I nervously awaited her response. I was pulling at my curls anxiously and before I could rip them out of my head from pulling so hard Ashley wrote back saying yes. I was so excited that a huge smile came on my face, dimples probably the size of my fist, which I would bash into someone's face if they ever tried to hurt her. I shake off the violent thought and reply to her. When she joked back I let out a low rumble of a chuckle, a slight grin on my face. Inside me a bubble of happiness erupted and I yelled "YES!" As I danced around like an idiot I said out loud, "I might actually have a chance with a girl I've had a crush on for years."

Ashley's Point of View:

I set my phone back on the nightstand and turned it to silent, making sure no vibrations would cause me another bump on my head. As I lay sprawled out on the bed I whisper to myself, "I can't believe it. I'm going to be having coffee with the sweetest guy I know." I squeal, accidentally waking up my sister. "Oh my God will you just shut up already?" She moaned. "Stop fangirling and go to sleep!" I giggle one more time and whisper "Okay, Mandy." I snuggle back into a cocoon of blankets and drift off to sleep with images of the tall, handsome boy I would be sipping coffee with tomorrow.