Ariana's POV
"Good Morning, mom. I'm going to take a walk" I tried to pull a smile.
"Morning, sweetheart. Make sure you come before 8:00" She said, as her 'Teen Vouge' magazine covered her face.
What's up with old people trying to be like teenagers? Haha
I grabbed my phone and walked down my porch steps. I looked over to my right and saw a familiar boy with curly hair. What's Harry doing here?
"Hey Ariana," He smiled slightly.
"Listen, Harry, if you're going to dlirt with me, then i'm not interested," I pit my hand on my hip as I rolled my eyes.
"No, Ariana, I just wanted to say i'm sorry for the way I acted towards you. . ." He looked at his hands.
"O-oh, well then, it's okay. ." I said, a bit confused.
"Can we just start over?" He smiled.
"Sure," I replied.
"Hi, i'm Harry Styles. Zayn Malik's best mate." He re-introduced himself.
"Ariana Grande. Zayn Malik's neigbor." We shook hands.
"Just neighbor? I think Zayn likes you." He smirked.
"He does not like me, Harry." I rolled my eyes once more.
"Then why did he kiss you?" He pointed his finger.
"Bec- how do you know about that?!" I yelled.
"Zayn told me, and he also may have added that it was 'magical' and that you were his 'cupcake'" He laughed.
Well, I am.
"He does't like me Harry" I rolled my eyes again.
Why do I keep doing that?
"If you don't stop rolling your eyes at me, they'll stay like that" He pointed out.
"Shut up Harry" I stuck my tounge out.
Just before he was about to reply he was stopped by a voice from a far. "Hey Hazza!" The voice yelled. Ot was getting closer. I turned around to see who it was. Harry said in my ear "Speaking of the devil." Then yelled, "Sup Zayn"
Ugh.
"Ariana, fancy seeing you here." He seemed a bit shocked.
"Where? In front of my house?" I said in a 'duh' tone.
"Well with Harry," He replied.
"Nah, he's cool." I smiled.
"I can see" I looked at us.
"So, Zayn how's your mum doing?" Harry asked.
"The doctor called me and said she wasn't really reponsponding to anything. It's her choice whether s-she wants to stay a-alive of n-not. I'm scared man." He stuttered his words.
"I'm so sorry, we'll hope that she gets better." Harry said.
It was an awkward silence. I had to break it by saying, "So, Zayn. Wheres Samantha?" Why did I ask that? I couldn't care less. . .
"Why do you care?" He asked me.
I don't
"Can't I care about my friends girlfriend?" I asked.
"Who said we're friends?" He smirked.
Thats all it took for him to break my heart.
Into tiny pieces.
And to think I considered him as a best friend.
"Ariana I was just-." He said, but I suddenly cut him off.
"No, I understand. . ." I looked down.
"No, you don't-" He said.
"I don't want to hear it." I looked at him with bitterness.
"Good bye, Harry" I said, not even bothering to say it to Zayn.
I then walked straight into my house, not looking back.
How could he say that?
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Zayn's POV
"Fu*k, I screwed up!" I ran my hands though my hair.
"Go fix it!" Harry yelled pushing me towards Ariana's house.
"Thanks Haz," I smiled.
"No prob, see ya later." He walked away.
*knock* *knock*
"Hello, Ms. Hart," Ariana's mum answered.
"Hi, Zayn C'mon in." She smiled.
"Thanks," I smiled.
"Ari's in her room" She lead me to the stairs.
I ran up the stairs and into her room.
There I saw Ariana laying on her bed.
"Cupcake, i'm sorry," I sat on her bed.
She got up and looked at me, "I'm not your cupcake, Samantha is." She said.
"Is that what this is about? Why are you so jealous? Why can't you be happy for me?!" I yelled.
"I'm jealous?! Sais the one who didn't like me hanging out with Liam!" She spat.
"That was before, i've changed." I stated.
"Exactly! Ever since Samantha came back into your life it's like your a different person!" She yelled.
"No i'm not, Ariana!" I yelled.
"Yes, you are. Zayn i'm not going to take your crap anymore. . ." She paused.
"It's either Samantha or me. . . you chose." She spat.
"How could you put me in this type of situation? I can't chose between you two!" I yelled.
"Fine, then how about I help you out. There's the door, Zayn. Have a nice life." She walked upto the door and held it open for me. She was in tears.
"Well, if thats what you want." I walked out.
How could she?
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A/N:
Hey! Sorry I couldn't unpdate soon.
Busy! Busy! Busy!
Hope you liked this chapter.
Much Love!
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She's Not Afraid (Zayn Malik Fan Fiction)
FanfictionHe's Scary. They're afraid of him. She is not. He's a player. They all fall for him. She does not. He is a bad boy. She doesn't care. She thinks he is the same, just another bad boy. He thinks shes different, because She's Not Afraid.
