Just a Dream

What happened between you guys last night?

Song of the chapter- A Team by Ed Sheeran

You'll figure out why.

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I knock on his door, shifting a bit.

God, this is going to be so awkward.

The door opens and I smile at his gorgeousness. "Hi Zayn. Errr, last night, you said we needed to talk? Well, we really do now..." I say awkwardly and he nods, letting me in. I sit in an armchair, sighing.

He frowns. "What's wrong?"

I scratch the back of my neck. "Err... Remember how drunk I was last night?" He nods, slightly amused at the memories. "Well... I swear I didn't mean to, but... Somehow, I ended up... Well... You know... Doing it with Harry. I'm so sorry, I have no idea how it happened, really. I never would have let him, if I was aware I would have slapped the shit out of him and you know it. I'm so sorry Zayn..." I look up at him nervously, and I see the shock on his face. After a moment, he takes a deep breath.

"Wow. I... I don't really know what to say. I- I don't think it's your fault. That sounds like a very Harry thing to do, especially with you." I don't know what he means by that part. "I forgive you. I believe that you didn't mean to, it's okay. Mistakes happen. Just... Maybe try not to get so wasted when Harry's around. And you need to talk to him about that. But first... We need to talk." I nod, waiting for him to continue. "I like you, and you like me. It sounds like a simple thing, but it's not. Fame... It's amazing, but it really gets in the way of this stuff. Before anything happens, before you get pulled in to anything, you need to know that you're going to get hate. No matter how perfect and nice you are, there are some people out there who are just so jealous that they have nothing else to do. Can you... Handle that?"

I look up at him honestly. "Zayn... I got pulled in a long time ago. When you guys were on the X-Factor, where was I? The computer, as soon as the video came out. When your song came on the radio, what was I doing? Getting any app or whatever I could to listen to the station. When you guys had a concert in Chicago, where was I? Staying up all night to get tickets, and standing in line all night to get a good spot. I've been in this for a while Zayn, trust me. This didn't start when we met. This started in 2010, July 23rd, about 8:22 PM. That's when this started. And there's no way I'm backing out now." And with that, I kiss him.

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After a couple hours of nice quiet talking/snuggling/kissing time with Zayn, I hesitantly go out into the living room.

Fudge.

He's awake.

I sigh and head in, knowing there's no way I can hide forever.

There's an extremely awkward moment when our eyes meet for a second, and it seems to throw him off a bit.

At least, he spaces out for a few moments.

I turn away and sit on the couch in between Zayn and Avery. There's a really heavy awkward tension in the room, which Liam so kindly breaks.

"What happened between you guys last night?"

I immediately blush bright red, not able to speak or anything. Zayn takes the liberty of speaking for me, thank god.

"Alyssa would not like to discuss that right now, if that's okay with you."

Of course, Liam's a lot more persistent than that. "Actually, no, that's not okay. It's really awkward, and you can tell something happened between Harry and Alyssa. Did you kiss or something?"

I nearly choke at that. He doesn't know how much he's underestimated this. After an extremely awkward moment, I take a deep breath and speak. "If you must now, Liam, I was extremely drunk and accidentially had sex with Harry. Are you happy now?"

Liam freezes, along with everyone else in the room except me, Zayn, and Avery.

"W-what?!?" That's Niall.

I sigh. "I know, I didn't mean to, alright? This is why I don't drink. It doesn't end well."

Harry decides to speak up now.

Great.

"You certainly didn't seem to protest last night."

Oooh, he's gonna get it now!

"Well, if you like taking advantage of drunk girls, that's nice for you. But I'd appreciate it if you'd back off from me since I have a boyfriend." I say the words in a cold tone with a hint of menace.

The word seem to hit something in Harry, and I see a deep flash of hurt flicker across his features. For a moment I almost feel bad. That is, until he opens his mouth again.

"Please, who'd want to be with a slut like you?"

Ouch.

That hurt.

I know he can tell that cut deep, because I see something that almost looks like regret on his face.

Too late now.

I stand up, the tears welling up in my eyes. "Fuck you," I manage to choke out, and then I storm out of the room, going to Zayn's and slamming the door. I cry.

Arsehole.

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"Lyssa?" I hear a soft, feminine voice call and I sigh.

"Come in, Avery."

She comes in and sits on the bed, concern clear in her face. "Are you alright?"

I take a sarcastic tone. "Yeah, no problem. The boy I accidentially had sex with last night called me a slut in front of all of my friends and my boyfriend, and he's right. I'm just dandy."

"It's not true, Alyssa."

"Yes it is!" I scream, burying my face in the pillow to swallow my sobs. "It is," I choke. "You have no idea."

"Enlighten me then."

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FLASHBACK

I'm alone, and running.

Running.

Running.

I have no purpose anymore.

Just running.

I run into a solid figure, and nearly fall. He cackles evilly, and I shiver.

"Why don't you come home with me, sweet thing? I'll make sure you're paid for your trouble."

And that was the start of my days as a prostitute, just to get food to survive.

At age 15.

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Yeah, I want to kill Harry too. You're not alone.

And yes, I'm aware he's not like this in real life, fan FICTION, as you may know.

Let me know what you think!

And sorry it's so short, I just feel it needed to be stopped there.

Any guesses on her past? I have a whole drama scene planned out for later in the book 😈

Comment, vote, fan! ❤❤❤

--Nat