Moments Unseen (One Direction)

Chapter 24- You Have My Word

   The guys are all over for the day, even Zayn. And for once that's actually an unfortunate thing. Stephen is coming over today and of course Liam is going all "big brother" on me and is insisting on meeting Stephen and getting to know him while he's here. Oddly enough I'm getting that vibe from Niall and Louis too; Harry doesn't seem to care and I can read Zayn at all. We just had pizza last night, but let's be real you can never have too much pizza, so we've ordered some for lunch and now we're just waiting for it, and Stephen, to get here.

   Finally there's a knock at the door, I ran to get it and saw it's the pizza. "Hey Liam will you come grab these?" I yelled out of the foyer. Liam came and paid the pizza guy (even though I tried to pay for it myself) and took the pizzas back to the living room.

  Just moments after our food arrived there was another knock at the door, I ran to get it before anyone else could. A large smile crept onto my face when I saw Stephen standing there. He was definitely nervous to meet them.

  "Hey babe." He returned my smile and gave me a hug.

  "Hey," I said breaking our hug, "Come on, let's go in. They'll all come out here if we don't hurry up." I led him into the living room where all the boys were waiting. As soon as we walked in they all stood up, well except Zayn. "Guys this is Stephen." I said and motioned to him. "And Stephen, this is Liam, Louis, Niall, Harry, and Zayn." I said, this time pointing my finger at each of the guys as  I said their names. They all shook hands, except Zayn who just sat there and watched the scene unfold. So far so good, no one has embarrassed me or threatened anyone else in any way.

  Of course, Niall had to ruin it. He was sat with his hands in fist just under his chin and his elbows resting on his knee's. In all seriousness, he asked, "What are your intentions with my best friend." Immediately my eyes widened.

******Zayn's POV

   I watched as Jess led this guy into the living room. Who does he think he is? I could definitely take him. I stared him down, trying my hardest to make him intimidated. We all ate our pizzas and the lads talked to this guy as if it wasn't completely awkward that he was here. I couldn't believe it, they know how I feel about her- wait, I mean felt- they know how I felt  about her and that this was extremely weird for me but they went about it anyway. The longer I watched this idiocy the angrier I became. I was about to walk out when Niall said something that shocked us all.

  "What are your intentions with my best friend?" Niall asked, completely serious.

  "Niall!" Jess exclaimed with wide eyes. She was clearly embarrassed by what Niall had asked. Becoming intrigued in the conversation I stayed put to hear what this guy had to say.

  "What? It's a valid question."

  Stephen smirked and looked Niall right in the eye, "I really like her."

    Well I love her

   Whoa, wait what?! I don't love her. I don't even like her. Don't you have to like someone in order to love them?

  I scoffed. "Something wrong Zayn?" Jess asked, sounding very annoyed. I furrowed my eyebrows and shook my head and got up to leave the room; knowing that things were about to get all lovey-dovey and I just have no interest in hearing that crap.

   I walked out to the garden and pulled out a cigarette. I placed it right between my pursed lips and fished through my pockets for my lighter. Yeah, yeah smoking is bad. I hear it all the time. But, it calms me down. So that's that. Thinking back to what happened just a few minutes ago I don't even know where my mind wants to go. The first thing I thought when I heard that tool say that he "likes" Jess was that I love her. I have never had a thought like that before. When we were back in London she was all I could think about. Everything somehow reminded me of her; the cool London breeze reminded me of how her chestnut brown hair flowed in the wind, the way the running water bubbles up reminded me of how her favourite colour was sea foam green. Every guitar and every voice sounded like her. Everything always wound back to Jessyka. But even so, just the thought that I love her made me scoff to myself. Hell, I don't even believe in love. I can't be in love. I heard the closing of the sliding glass door and instantly all the thoughts I was having disappeared. As if I had never thought them at all.