Loved You Anyway [Zayn Malik]

19: "I'm Not Going To Break Them Up"

There's a Jesy POV guys c: She jumps to a lot of conclusions and she's quite judgemental and she goes out of point a lot of times and talks about other stuff but she's nice! It's the character I had planned for her ... So yeah ... enjoy :)

Chapter 19:

Hazel POV:

I was going to strangle them.

They had the football match today in about two hours and they hadn't stopped talking about it. We were in Harry's basement which served much more as a hangout for the eight of us and apparently now Chase. Harry had invited him over and Chase had agreed. Chase's head was rested on my lap while I was checking any news about the Britian army in Iraq or wherever. I hadn't heard anything from Seth in around a week and he had promised to text or send an email or call or even write a letter if he had to. I hadn't received anything and I was getting worried.

"What if I fail and don't shoot the ball and end up shooting it in ours instead of theirs!?" Niall asked, sounding panicked.

I rubbed my temples, trying to keep myself calm and not burst and start to yell at him. Which I didn't want to because Niall was like a bubble and he would pop if he got hurt and he'd give you this puppy dog eyes and cry and the one time I had seen him do that was when he had a fight with Jesy and I literally spent three hours comforting him at Liam's house until Jesy had to come and tell him that she loved him and all that.

"Niall, you're our best shooter and you never did shoot it anywhere wrong, so chill!" Louis comforted him, patting his shoulder.

"I hope so," Niall mumbled and I breathed out heavily. 

"I feel like I'm going to throw up," Harry said, rubbing his belly with his right hand. I rolled my eyes and stood up, careful to not hurt Chase.

I stretched my arms upwards and yawned. "Haz, can I use the bathroom?"

"You have to pay, though," he said sarcastically. "Upstairs, then back up the other stairs and through the left corridor and first door on your right."

I looked at him weirdly and he smirked.

I breathed out heavily and walked up the two flights of stairs and quickly found the bathroom. It was quite posh, black tiles and white tiled wall with a huge bath tub in the corner that had jets and the sink was as big as the one I had in my house but the marble was white, the huge mirror with some flowery designs on the top right corner and bottom left corner.

I wasn't really in the mood for a two hour game but I was going for support to the boys and my boyfriend, Chase. I shivered and groaned out heavily and sat down on the floor, resting my back against the wooden door. I ran a hand through my black hair and pulled it to my right side and on my shoulder, while twirling a piece of hair around my finger. 

I was supposed to feel all happy and those shitty butterfly feelings in my stomach and every morning when I wake up, he's the first thing I think about or getting all tingly when he touches my skin or those sparks and firework feeling when he kisses me or feeling nervous everytime I think about him or see him or kiss him or even just by sitting next to him.

But I wasn't feeling anything like that. Absolutely nothing and quite frankly, I felt guilty. He looked so happy whenever he was with me and here I was. Feeling nothing towards him while he's probably feeling all giddy and happy or whatever boys feel when they think about a girl. 

It's been already a week since we've been together and I was hoping that I'd start feeling something towards him. Even just a tiny spark but the only thing I felt was absolutely nothing. Not even some sort of tingle or spark when we kissed. Maybe it needed more time? Like a month? Or two or three or four or ... never?