FAKE

eleven.

Song: Lost Stars - Adam Levine

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(the one with all the awkwardness)

I stayed on my spot for a couple of seconds, balancing on my place and trying to avoid eye contact with Zayn. I could feel his gaze over me, but I pretended that I didn't mind it.

Unintentionally, I raised my glance, only to be faced by two beautiful caramel irises. I realized that he was surprised that I had lowered my guard.

Yes, Zayn, I'm surprised too.

I had planned (and promised to myself) that I'd be strong and wouldn't succumb to Zayn's enchantments. I knew that to do that, I couldn't even stare at him. I was way too weak around him; therefore I would have to be a rock.

"So..." He broke the silence and cleared his throat acknowledging that we had to talk.

"So..." I replied, not a real answer on my head. I had no idea what to say. Indeed, I couldn't even stare at the boy for more than half a second without wanting to cry all my feelings away.

I tried to wash the awkward silence away by arranging my scores and thinking what song I'd play next. Sure I wasn't paying attention to my papers though. I knew that Zayn was looking at me.

"Listen Gibs, I'm sorry." He said in a sigh after a while.

"Oh." I kept looking at my papers, faking surprise on my voice. "Look, he speaks! He can communicate with people. Are you sure? Because it didn't seem so some weeks ago when someone happened to leave certain band." I replied sarcastically, now my gaze focusing on him.

On a side note, I tried not to twitch with the nickname "Gibs". Zayn was the only one who was allowed to call me so. I hated it in someone else's mouth, but Zayn seemed to make everything sound pretty.  The way in which he said it took me back to the good, old times.

"Don't be like that." He looked at the ground.

"Right, so tell me how to act." I blurted out and then analyzed his expression. He seemed tired and hurt, as if he hadn't want any of this to ever happen.

"Just come here." He almost cried, opening his arms, as if expecting a hug.

He knew that I'd give in, because I always did. He had me in the palm of his hand and he knew it.

But I wouldn't back down.

Not right now.

"I'm not that easy to win, Zayn. I know that you think that I am, but I'm not." I replied with rage on my voice.

"Gibs, I know that I fucked it up, but please." I looked into his pleading eyes. "Just for a second, let's pretend we're still kids and let's hug."

I doubted for a second, asking to myself what would mean to give in to Zayn.

On the one hand, it would show weakness...

...on the other, it'd make me extremely happy.

I chose happiness.

I got closer to him and let him engulf me on his arms. His hug was the best place on earth. Being so close to him made me feel almost complete, almost carefree.

"I missed you." He spoke into my ear.

Before I could reply with something that I'd regret later, I pulled out of the hug and acted impulsively, quickly slapping him.