Don't Go... (boyxboy)

17: Beauty and the Beast.

"Dude! He doesn't want to see you!" Zayn yelling.

"Of course he does! He loves me! Just let me talk to him!" A slightly deeper and groggy voice yelling back at him.

"Correction. Loved." Zayn said, I could tell he was smirking just from his tone of voice.

"He still loves me. I know it." The voice seems so familiar...

"Get lost Justin." My blood ran cold. Justin is here?

Rubbing my eyes I sat up and fixed my hair before climbing out of bed and tugging on some sweatpants, leaving my boxers and shirt on the floor.

I padded down the stairs in my Star Wars socks and slid into the kitchen, coming face to face with Justin Dunlop. The colour drained from my face as he noticed me and smirked.

I walked towards him and did the first thing that came to mind.

Slap.

His head flung to the side and where my hand had made contact was already started to go red. I didn't care.

"Get out." I snapped. He looked down at me with a soft expression, one you would give an injured puppy.

"Darren..." He begun but trailed off, Zayn took my hand in his.

"He said get lost." Zayn cut in and pulled me to his side, I nuzzled against his warmth and smiled as he leant down and pressed his lips to mine softly.

Then I was on the ground and Zayn was against his fridge with Justin's hands around his throat.

"Darren is mine!" He yelled and Zayn shoved him and they fell to the floor, kicking and punching each other.

Shakily I rose to my feet and running my hand through my slightly greasy hair so it stuck out in all directions I looked down at the two and took a deep breath.

"Stop it!" I screamed and Justin immediately paused what he was doing and turned to look at me.

My chest was heaving with my heavy breathing and my hands were balled into fists.

They both stood and brushed themselves off, Zayn walked towards me and I collapsed into his arms with a choked sob.

I felt his familiar strong arms wrap around my smaller frame and hold me to his chest as I cried against his sweater clad chest.

Justin cleared his throat from behind us and scratched the back of his neck.

"Darren... Can I talk to you?" He whispered and I looked over at him with a sigh and nodded.

"Alone." He pressed and looked at Zayn who hugged me tighter. I pushed myself away from his chest and gave him a reassuring smile.

"It's fine babe." I said and he frowned slightly.

"But-" I cut him off by leaning up and connecting my lips with his, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him closer to me.

When I pulled away I pecked his lips once more and smiled.

"It's fine." I whispered and he nodded and rubbed his nose against mine with a smile before reluctantly letting me go and leaving the room.

I turned to Justin.

"Well?" I snapped and he let out a sigh as he sat at the breakfast bar and patted the chair beside him. I crossed my arms over my chest and spoke through gritted teeth.

"I'm fine standing." I hissed and he nodded slightly and ran his fingertips through his hair.

"Darren... I'm sorry, ok? Letting you go was the biggest mistake of my life, but you have to admit, long distance wasn't making us happy." He said and I looked down at the tiled floor.