Moments Unseen (One Direction)

Chapter 9- Realizations

**~ Zayn's POV

Not gonna lie, I'm a tad bit tipsy. Not drunk, not yet. I was dancing with some girl I met at the bar when I noticed Jessyka grinding on some guy. Who the hell is he to be grinding on my girl like that?! Wait, did I just call her my girl? There is something wrong with me, Jessyka is nothing more than a friend and she will probably never see me as more than her 'best friends' band mate. How did Niall get so lucky? Why did he get to meet her first? Why does he get to talk to her all the time? Shit. Am I really jealous of my best mate? This is not good. I need another drink.

I saw the creep put his hands on Jessyka, even after she tried to pull away. That's it, I can't sit back and watch some jerk try to get his way with her. I stormed over and ripped his hands off her and pushed him, not hard, just hard enough to make him stumble; though I wanted to beat the shit out of him.

I was too angry to pay attention to what he was saying to me, I just shoved him again, harder this time, so he fell down. And grabbed Jessika by the arm, in the split second before I pulled her away from the dance floor she looked up at me and her bright blue eyes pierced into my soul (yeah that sounded wicked girly but it's true). I shook off the feeling and pulled her to the corner of the club into a small booth.

"Ow, Zayn, what the hell?!" She snapped.

"Why would you let some creep be all over you like that?!!" I snapped right back.

"Well surely I didn't know he was a creep. Thank you for helping me, but seriously what the hell is going on with you?"

"Nothing." I barked. I couldn't let her know how upset I truly was.

She didn't respond, instead she just sat there, staring at the busy club surrounding us. I find myself being drawn nearer to her, and next thing I know my body is pressed up against the side of her. I let my head rest next to hers so my mouth was level with her ear.

"You know, you look a little too good tonight." I gushed, letting the words spill out on their own, "I'm really glad you came out, Jess"

"Y-yeah... M-me too..." Her stuttering was adorable.

I just wanted to be closer to her, it's like she's my own personal drug. I turned her face so she was looking at me now, rather than the club. Her eyes have some kind of paralyzing affect on me and this time she didn't speak, or move, or do anything. She looked so good tonight and she didn't even acknowledge that every guy in the club wanted her, including me. Soon, it was like the club had disappeared entirely, it was just us two here. And then I did what I have been dying to do ever since I first laid eyes on her. I kissed her. It was urgent and passionate and filled with lust and then, once she kissed back it was ... Perfect. It was perfect.

I hope she hasn't had much to drink, and I hope she won't regret this. Truthfully, I had sobriety knocked back into me the second I saw her trying to get away from that guy on the dance floor.

We left the club together, all seven of us. We dropped Jessyka and Mads back off at Jessyka's around two in the morning. Ever since our kiss things have been weird. Not weird because we kissed, but weird because it was as if it never happened.

We were caught up in a heated snog when suddenly she pulled away gasping for breath. I rested my forehead on hers; neither of us dared to say a word, not wanting to ruin the moment. We stayed that way for what seemed like ages. Slowly but surely all the characteristics of the club came back, one by one, letting us both know the moment was over. Although I wanted more I sat back in the booth, both of us still silent. She looked dazed, as if she was having a hard time comprehending what just happened.

I saved us both from the silence, "Um, I think I'm going to go get a drink. You want anything?"

"No thank you," although it was hardly over a whisper I heard her loud and clear.

I left her and went to get a drink at the bar. After I got my drink I headed back to the booth, once I got there I saw that Jessyka was gone. I looked and and she was nowhere in sight. I sat down on the edge of booth and just thought: "What the hell is going on?"

****Jessyka's POV

After tonight I think I just need a break from Zayn. Yeah, the kiss was nice. And it really meant something to me.

Zayn had left to get a drink from the bar, and I took that opportunity to get up and go to the bathroom. I used the facilities and just stared at myself in the mirror for a moment. Trying to figure out what was going on. I didn't think I liked Zayn as more than a friend. I know he is kind of a player and a major flirt. I touched my lips and felt that the tingling sensation hasn't left yet. I just can't ignore the feelings thrown into that kiss.

That's it; I like Zayn. Like, like like him.

I walked back to the booth, more confident than ever. I was ready to tell Zayn how I felt and was ready to embrace whatever he would have to say in response. Then, like a ton of bricks, the reality of it all hit me. Because there, at the booth was Zayn. Zayn, with some other girl on his lap, kissing him.

I should've known it was too good to be true, I was just another hook up to him. At least I found out before I made an even bigger fool of myself.

The ride home was fine. Quiet, but not silent. Unlike before, it was an uncomfortable quietness. I'm pretty sure Zayn and I were the only ones who felt the tension. On second thought, maybe it was just me. Mads and I said goodbye to the lads and went inside my house. Mads wasn't drunk, but she was well on her way, so she slept at my house. She pretty much passed out as soon as she stepped foot in my room. I, on the other hand, took my time getting ready for bed. I decided a shower could wait until morning, so I stripped myself of make up and clothes and put on shorts and a tank top to sleep in.

It was nearly half three in the morning when my phone rang. Since I wasn't in bed yet I slipped out of my room and answered:

"Hello?" I answered

"Hey, so care to tell me what happened with Zayn?" I was bombarded by a think Irish accent

"Ugh, Niall could this not wait until after I got some sleep??"

"No. You two were both like zombies in the car and as your best friend I demand some answers"

"Well, nothing happened. But couldn't you have just asked Zayn, I mean you are with him..." I trailed off.

"I could've but I thought I'd get a better answer out of you. Apparently I was wrong." He pouted.

"Fine. Something happened but I'm really not in the right mind to talk about it at the moment. Can we talk tomorrow? I promise I'll tell you everything." I said trying to get him off it.

"Lucky for you we have the major of tomorrow off, so I'll come by yours in the afternoon. Get some sleep so you're nice and well rested. No more excuses out of you!"

"Gee thanks. Night Nialler." I said wearily.

"Goodnight Jess," I don't understand how he sounds like he's wide awake right now.

At that I slumped my way up the stairs to my bedroom and fell asleep next to Mads.