Just a Dream

Yes, sweet cheeks?

Song of the chapter- I Wish by One Direction

Describes everyone's feels, ya feel?

Lol okay bye.

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"We need to talk Alyssa."

I let Zayn drag me with him, curious as to what's happening. When we get to his room, I start questioning. "What's wrong?"

He sighs and looks away from me. "I- I can't do this."

I freeze and my voice gets soft. "What do you mean?"

He shakes his head. "I can't be with you like this when I know Harry likes you. I really like you, Alyssa, you have to understand, but I just can't. I can't do that to a friend."

I look at him, my voice quiet but just as critical as yelling. "A friend who took advantage of me and degraded me? Who's already ruined me in more ways than one? Harry's done a lot to me, Zayn. I can't let him take you too."

He looks at me sadly. "I'm sorry Alyssa." And with that, he walks out, leaving me to wallow in my feelings.

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"You," I growl at Harry. I'm in the living room, and everyone can certainly see me. Harry looks at me wide-eyed for a second but quickly recovers, moving back to his usual smirk.

"Yes, sweet cheeks?"

I just growl a little more at the name. "Is it not enough to humiliate me? Do you really have to take things that aren't even yours? Do you have to act like you CARE?"

Something flashes across his face, unreadable as invisible words. He mumbles something that sounds suspiciously like "I'm not acting," but that can't be right.

"What?"

He clears his throat and looks at me again. "I'm not acting," he repeats, loud and clear this time. Before it can sink in, his lips are on mine. Again.

I hate myself.

I hate myself so porking much.

Why?

Because I kissed back.

Because I enjoyed the kiss.

Because I have a positive reaction to Harry Styles.

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I'm screwed.

That's it.

My life is done.

My boyfriend broke up with me, and not even an hour later I'm kissing his best friend. The one who made him break up with me.

WHAT AM I DOING?

I don't like him.

Nope.

I'm just hormonal, and he's attractive (as much as I hate to admit it) and famous, and I'm a girl.

It's a natural reaction.

Right?

I groan, plopping my face into my pillow.

Soon enough, there's a knock on my door.

Well, okay, it's actually Niall's door and pillow, but close enough.

"What?" I mumble-yell into the pillow.

"It's me."

I sigh and sit up, looking at Zayn as he closes the door. "Hi..."

I can barely look at his face. He looks so conflicted and sad, it kills me. "So... You like Harry?"

I immediately shake my head. "Nope. No way. I'm just a hormonal teenager who was kissed by an attractive famous popstar and who's girly hormones took over and made her enjoy it. Normal." I feel like I'm trying to convince myself as much as Zayn.

"What happens now?"

I sigh. "I have no idea. I obviously still like you, and I obviously still can't be with you. Harry likes me, whatever that means, and won't leave me alone. Summary? My life sucks."

Zayn gives me a sympathetic look. "It'll be okay. I know it's all complicated and stuff. But you just have to remember one thing."

"And what's that?"

"Everything happens for a reason."

People always say that.

What the hell does it mean?!?

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Hello.

Dramatic chapter to make up for not updating yay!!!

Sorry Zalyssa shippers, you knew it was going to happen!

Oh, and Alysry shippers- YOU'RE WELCOME! HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Yup.

So??? What do you think?

Yes? No? Maybe? Pineapple?

I make perfect sense.

I'll update soon. Probably. Hopefully.

LATERZZZ

--Nat