Last Dance.(Zayn Malik Fan-fic)

Chapter 12

I walked across the street towards Lyla's house.

I carried my purse full of all things needed for me, and I carried a couple bags of chips and soda for the party. Even though I was 17, I still enjoyed little slumber parties, especially with my little friends. They were adorable and it reminded me of wanting to go back to that age.

As I made it to Lyla's door, I range her door bell with a smile on my face. Suddenly, I heard a basketball bouncing from the corner of my ear. I turned to my left and saw 3 guys in the middle of the street. 2 of them went to my school, and one of them was the boy who had kissed me softly just a couple weeks ago. Zayn.

He looked right at me, I turned away fast and rang on Lyla's door bell again.

Finally, I heard the locks unlatch.

"Sorry! I had to fast dry my nails!! But, come in, Ella!"

I came in fast and she shut the door behind me.

"Your face is red! Is it that hot outside?" I took a deep breath in and then out, then I put the bags down on the floor.

"Yeah, just a little. Call the girls, let's have a slumber party!" she laughed and we began to get her house ready.

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"Scary movie choices! Ella brought the best ones she knew!" Lyla yelled to all the 5 girls who sat before me on the floor.

"I think they will be a little too scary for the girls though!" I laughed. But Lyla only rolled her eyes and continued looking through the stack of scary movies I brought here.

I was painting one of the girls' nails, Jenna. She moved a lot which made it harder for me to paint her right hand.

"Ella. . ." Jenna quietly said as she watched my hands paint her fingers.

"Yes. . ." I murmured.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" The word boyfriend jolted my head up; I looked into Jenna's big blue eyes. I didn't know what to answer at this point, Zayn and I completely stopped talking, and he already had a girlfriend. Wait, why am I thinking about this question when the answer is clearly 'no'?

Maybe because I know in my heart that that kiss meant more than just 2 people who knew and enjoyed each other. Maybe because, Zayn and I could be more.

"No. . ." I simply said and looked back down at her nails. I could feel Lyla looking dead at me. She knew what I was thinking. Wise fucking 8 year old's.

"Ella, your phone is blinking." I turned to see another one of Lyla's friends holding up my phone in her hand. I put down the nail polish and stood up to grab my phone.

-1 next text message from Zayn-

Zayn.

Why was he texting me? And now?

I didn't dare open it; I didn't care what he had to say. I put my phone back down and went back to the nail polish.

"Just leave it. . ." I said as I started to paint Jenna's nails again.

"My mom just called the pizza guy! He should be here soon!" the girls all screamed and ran into the kitchen with Lyla. I started to pick up the little mess we made with the nail kit and stuff. Yet my phone beeped again. I put down the stuff I was holding and went towards my phone. Another text from Zayn. Ugh!

I gave in and opened it.

-Ella?-

I turned my phone off and went back to picking up the nail kit and putting it away in one of my bags. The girls soon came back into the living room with their pj's on.

"Ella . . . you okay?" I looked at Lyla and faked a smile. It was easy to fake one around her. . 

The door bell rang.

"It's the pizza!" Lyla jumped up and ran to the door. The pizza guy and Lyla were talking for a bit, we all fell silent so we could hear them. But it still sounded muffled. Just then Lyla came towards us with 2 boxes of pizza and placed it on her living room coffee table.

"The pizza guy wants to talk to you. . ." She said to me. I looked confused, I could tell by her expression. So, I got up and walked to the front door. The pizza guy turned around.

"What the hell!?" I said to Zayn as he looked right back at me.

"Ella, I have been texting you, and calling!"

"You can't just take it that I don't want to talk to you!?" I almost yelled.

"Ella! I need to tell you something!" He came closer, but I leaned further away.

"No! You chose your girlfriend. You need to be with her, be happy! Just me seeing you all the time is hurting me, I don't want to see you anymore-"

"Ella! Listen!"

"No, Zayn, I can't. Please, just leave me alone?" I put my hand on the door knob but Zayn put his foot there from stopping me to move the door.

"Ella! I have something to tell you!" he now yelled. I was in shock.

"What!?! WHAT IS IT!?" I yelled back.

"I broke up with her. Me and her, we are done. I want to be with you! I want to give this a try! Please?" And that's when I felt his arms wrap around my delicate waist. And his lips met mine to dance.

We separated for air and he looked me in the eyes.

"I like you Ella . . . Only you. . ." And his lips met mine again