You're a Mystery // zm

Chapter 8

Zayn's POV

It's been a couple weeks now and Harry and Piper are still seeing each other. And me, I'm fine. I admire her from a distance and stick to my old ways, I was stupid to think I could change for a girl, especially if that girl was Piper.

A part of me hates her, a part of me hates the preppy, loud and smiley girl she is that is always trying to get under my skin. But a part of me needs her, wants her. I see her with Harry holding hands and laughing and it pains me, sharp pains stick at me because I cant help but think how it would be if it was me. But Piper and I are two different people, Harry and Piper have more of a chance of making it.

But what if even though I know Piper and I wont make it, I want to try it.

Well I cant, I couldnt. So I shake the thought out of my head and I sit quietly watching as everyone else in my life finds happiness.

It was Friday night and the boys were over for a bit, and because Harry was here of course Piper had to be here. They werent only constantly around me but when I got moments away they were always brought up. Everyone was talking about them, it was all over the internet and the media. Every other second Harry would bring his lips close to her neck and whisper something in her ear, causing her to laugh. I sighed leaning into the chair I was sitting in watching her as her blue eyes filled with tears from laughing so hard. We were friends, Piper and I. We had talked about it, how we were going to go on and be friends. But how could you be friends with someone that you wanted so desperatly bad but couldnt have. I didnt know how to share my feelings, she wanted me to but I couldnt. I couldnt help but think that if the first times I saw Piper, if I had acted different, maybe I'd be sitting next to her holding her hand.

He played with her fingers making her giggle as she leaned into his chest. He kissed her neck causing her nose to scrunch up as he whispered something into her ear. She laughed and hit his chest looking up at him. He smiled and leaned his forehead on hers, I watched her take a deep breath before she brought her lips to his, their smiles meeting. I stood up grabbing the smoke package off of the coffee table.

"I'm going for a smoke." I said shoving the package in my hoodie pocket. I grabbed the leather jacket off of the back of the couch and pulled it on zipping it up and pulling my hood over my head. I slipped my shoes on and pushed my way out of the door not looking back. I walked down the hall and sighed as I headed up the stairs towards the top. Once I got to the top I shoved the door open and slammed it behind me, inhaling the cold air. It was snowing lightly, just little flurries. I walked over to the wall and leaned on it bringing a smoke out of the package and placing it between my lips. I lit it and closed my eyes as I inhaled hot smoke, my insides immediatly warming up. I blew out the smoke and looked down at the cigarette. I wondered how my insides were reacting, if them warming up meant they were inflammed. Maybe I had lung cancer, maybe my body was slowly failing. Maybe this dream that I was living would end.

The door pushed open and out came a cold Piper. She crossed her arms and shook as she walked over to me smiling. I nodded at her as she reached my side, leaning on the wall and looking over at me.

"What's up?" She asked making me shrug.

"Just chilling." I said quietly making her sigh.

"I mean why are you mad?" She asked.

"I'm not."

"I've seen two expressions on you Zayn Malik, appologetic and mad. I can tell when you're mad." She said making me look over at her. How come she had to make this harder on me? Why did she have to be so painfully beautiful. Her blonde hair was tossed into a messy bun, pulling strands off of her face as her face shinned from the dim lights on the roof.

"It's just." I began but stopped. I took another drag and looked ahead, what was I doing? "It's nothing Piper." I said quietly making her stand up straight and refold her arms.

"Stop." She said loudly as she faced me making me look over at her and raise one eyebrow.

"Stop what?" I asked.

"Being like this, all closed off. You have two personalities, like you're bipolar or something. I'm sick of it. We're supposed to be friends, grow some balls and open up to me!" She yelled making me chuckle.

"Whatever." I mumbled as I sucked on the cigarette making her sigh loudly. She grabbed my hand and pulled it out of my fingers and threw it on the huffing.

"Stop killing yourself!" She yelled. I grabbed her by the shoulders, holding the smoke in, and pushed her back on the wall lightly so I didnt hurt her. I pinned her up, my body not far from hers. I released my lips and blew the smoke in her face making her cough and bring her hands up, waving it out of the way.

"Dont tell me what to do." I growl making her put her hands on my chest to push me off, I didnt move. She stopped being dramatic and coughing and looked up at me, our eyes locking on eachothers. Her hands slipped down and she starred at me with her lips parted. I could see her chest rising and sinking quickly as she bit down on the insides of her lip.

"Stop that, you'll ruin your lip." I said bringing my thumb to her chin and pulling her lip down so her teeth released.

"Dont tell me what to do." She mocked making me grin. I pushed her back slightly realizing her back had come off the wall and loomed over her. I leaned into her so our chests were a hair apart.

"Zayn." She said quietly.

"Stop." I whispered bringing my chest to hers finally, our hearts pounding against eachothers. "I know you want to kiss me as bad as I want to kiss you." I whispered as I grabbed a hold of her hip, rubbing my thumb on the material of her shirt, pushing it up slightly feeling the goosebumps on her skin.

"I-I don't know-w." She stuttered as I brought my forehead to hers. I smirked and brushed my nose against hers making her gasp quietly.

"You have no idea how badly I want you." I said digging my finger tips into her skin. She tried to pull back but I just leaned in.

"Zayn." She said loudly.

"Piper." I whispered. She tried to wiggle free but I restrained. She brought her hand up and with a smack my face was forced to the right making me let go of her and place my cold hand on my now burning cheek.

"I'm with Harry now." She spat.

"You two arent dating." I growled, my cheek beginning to burn.

"He's nice, not forceful and he listens to me Zayn. He isnt you." She said shoving me slightly making me grab her hand.

"Let. Go." She demanded.

"Stop lying to yourself." I said sternly.

"Stay the fuck away from me." She said pushing my again. The roof door opened and we starred at each other, not turning to see who it was. Her nostrils flarred and her fists were in balls, she was mad. I had never seen her mad like this before. She was now biting down on her lip so forcefully the skin around it turned white.

"Arent you guys freezing, come back inside." It was Harry. She turned to look at him but I kept my gaze on her watching as her face went soft. She smiled and nodded. She walked towards him and my eyes followed her as she reached her side and wrapped her arm around his waist looking up at him.

"Coming inside?" Harry asked me. My eyes looked from hers to his but then back to hers. She starred at me without emotion. I shook my head and pulled the package of cigarettes out, pulling a single out.

"I'm good." I said before turning around and walking to the ledge. I listened as footsteps grew quieter and the roof door opened and then closed again. I sighed and hung my head low, never would I be able to think straight again after being that close to her.