Zayn's POV
One day later.
The guilt. It's eating me alive.
And the worst part is, I don't regret kissing Ariana. Not one bit.
What should I do?
I took out my phone from my back pocket of my dark blue jeans and dialed Harry's number.
*Ring*
*Ring*
*Rin-*
"Hello" He answered.
"Sup Harry?" I asked, calmy.
"Nothing really, what about you? Hows your mum?" He asked.
"She's good, she's improving. Uhm, is it okay if you drop by? I need to talk to you." I asked.
"Sure mate. I'll be over in a bit. " He answered.
"Thanks, bye." I hung up.
I sat patiently and waited for Harry to come. After about 15 minutes I felt a knock on my door. I ran downstairs and opened the door.
"Hey Mate!" Harry smiled. I let him in.
"Hey," I smiled.
"So, what's wrong?" He asked as we sat on the sofa.
"How do you know somethings wrong?" I smirked.
"Because, you're my bestfriend. I know when you're upset and when you aren't." He pointed out.
"It's Ariana." I sighed.
"What about her?" He asked.
"We kissed." I ran my fingers through my hair.
"I know, mate. You told me." He said.
"No, we kissed again. . ." I slowly said.
"Mate," He sighed.
"What about Samantha?"
"I love her, but I just wanted to kiss Ariana again and again. I don't know why. We have this connection." I sighed.
"And we don't?" Those words didn't come out of Harry's mouth. I looked at the door and Samantha was standing there. Obviously pissed.
Did she hear everything?
"Sam-" I started.
"You cheated? Not once, but twice? H-How could you?" She cried.
"Sam, I-" She ran out the door. I got off my sofa and ran after her.
She didn't run to her car. She ran into Ariana's house.
"Mate! Go stop her!" Harry yelled
"Samantha! Stop!" I yelled after her.
What is she going to do?
Ariana's POV
I was listening to music when I heard loud banging. I ran downstairs, someone was banging on the door who could it be? I quickly opened the door to see Samantha. She's crying. Why is she crying?
" Samantha! Why you crying? What happened?" I asked.
"You! How dare you kiss my boyfriend twice?! I was so nice to you!" She yelled.
"Samantha, i'm sor-" I Felt my face heat up instantly. She smacked me!
"Okay, I probably deserved that," I got up from the floor.
"No! You didn't!" I heard a voice from behind Samantha.
"Zayn?" I felt a little dusy. I probably hit my head too hard.
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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.
