Forgotten

Ch 3

Danielle**

Damn damn damn... Liam told Zayn that i want him back... now he's confronting me..

To: Zayn

I'm here. I have to meet my parents at 3, so I only have time for a short talk.

I watch the delivered sign pop up on my phone, and i chew my lip nervously at my lie.

"That's fine. I only need ten minutes."

I look up and see Zayn.

He's sporting gray skinny jeans, Niall's white high tops, a white tee and his famous varsity jacket.

"H-hello Zayn" I saw nervously as I look at his aggravated face.

"Hello Danielle. You know why I'm here to talk." he half growls.

"About Liam. I know." I say, my palms begin to sweat as guilt seeps in my brain.

"He's mine Danielle. Simple. I will not give him up. I will not let you take him." he says sternly. "But, if he decides to leave me for you. I will not stop him."

I look up, my mouth hanging open. "W-what? You wouldn't fight?"

He nods and chuckles darkly.

"No. Because if he wants to leave me for you, he clearly loves you more. And we were just temporary. But," He says staring me directly in the eye, "our friendship will end. Mine with you, and mine with him."

With that he turns on his heels and walks away. He waves over his shoulder and walks away.

"Fuck..." I say to myself.

I want Liam. But I dont want to break up the band.

What should I do?

Niall**

I wonder why Taylor Swift called him. She knows we're together, but she hates me.

"Harry?" he looks up from his book and smiles.

"Yeah Angel?" I blush and look down.

"Uh.. I was just wondering why Taylor Swift called you." his smile faded and he frowns a bit at his book.

"She wanted to go out for a bite." My smile dims, but stays there still.

"You should. You fancy her music, and you've always wanted to meet her" I say.

He smiles a bit, looking up from his book. "Yeah, maybe."

"When's the dinner?"

"Next Friday at 8." he says smiling to himself. I give him a fake smile.

"Cool. Well I'm gonna watch a bit of telly."

"Okay mate. I'm gonna catch a nap." he says putting down his book, and turning over.

I head down the steps and turn on the tv. I grab my phone and log onto Twitter. I see a tweet from one of my fans.

It says; " @NiallOfficial TAYLOR SWIFT IS TRYING TO STEAL HARRY FROM YOU!! KILL THE B*ITCH!! "

I chuckle and retweet it. There's no way Harry would do that to me. I shrug it off and watch some American Dad.

Louis**

"Harry, you've got to be kidding me! Taylor Swift?" I yell into the phone whilst re-reading Taylor's tweets about her and Harry's "date".

"Why can't I get a bite with her?!" he yells back.