All these little things (1D fanfic)

I feel less lonely chapter 11

April’s POV:

This was the best moment of my life

I awake fluttering my eyes open shading the bright lights from my eyes coming in through the window.

I yawn as I just realized how awful I must look. Still in the clothing form last night……Last night….

Zayn and I had a quick make out session due to the fact that I was falling for him. I couldn’t hold it in anymore last night, and I told him I loved him.

I don’t regret it, it’s just that I’m not completely convinced if I’m fully in love with him…. Yet.

“Your awake.” Says Zayn smiling as he enters with only a towel around his hips as it’s obvious he just came out from taking a shower.

“Yeah, I am.” I let a huff of air out.

“I’m going to change and I’ll be right back.” He replies turning around disappearing down the hallway of richness.

I take out my phone and see that I’ve received a few texts from Eleanor and Danielle.

‘How did it go?’ Xo Danielle.’

‘What did you two do?-Eleanor’

I giggled at their texts especially Eleanor’s. I replied to theirs saying I was perfectly fine and nothing happened.

You have a new text

I read the five words on he screen as I opened it cautiously.

‘We need to talk.’ From Babe.

God I need to delete that name, and he has been sending me these texts ever since the beach incident. I didn’t want to talk to Harry.

All the talking has been done and I’m sure Harry has another girl to sleep with him and take away the painless memories.

Instead I’m here stuck with all the pain, memories that I just want to rip out of my mind and throw them away and forget about it forever.

I start to tear up knowing that the boy I WAS crazy about when I was younger and when I trusted him with all my secrets, yet he was a liar. Plain straight up liar.

“Oh, April are you ok?” Asks Zayn coming in fully dressed looking damn fine.

“Yeah, yeah I am.” I say expressing the best happiest smile I could.

“Well I thought we could go out with the boys for breakfast?” Asks Zayn leaning in the doorway.

“Yeah sure. Let me get my purse.” I say admiring his beautiful chiseled face and toned body.

He opens the front door as I thank him and we hop in his car as we start blasting a slow song…. It was beautiful. This man had a voice of any angel.

“Who sings this?” I ask as Zayn looks at me and smiles.

“Ed Sheeran, he’s a friend of ours. I could say no one can beat his voice.” He say laughing.

“Well I think he has a nice voice, but it can’t beat yours.” I say leaning in pecking his lips as a smile forms.

Goodness, those lips gave me electricity, it made me forget about the depressing terrible moments that have happened in my life and I can just focus on now.

“What is it called?” I ask.

“Give me love.” He says smirking as my lips form an “O”.

I listen to the words and start to catch on. I loved music, it brought everything out inside of me. It was a way to express my feelings when I was completely speechless.