Your Friends, They Look Good, But You Look Better.

Chapter Thirty-Nine.

Meghan’s P.O.V.

I woke up to my alarm blaring through the room. I slammed my hand down to shut it up. I slowly dragged myself out of bed and into the shower. I had a quick breakfast and then hopped in my mini and drove to college. I pulled up to the Art College. I walked in and was completely shocked. It was huge, with pieces of art everywhere... in the corners... even hanging from the roof. None of my stuff was as good as the stuff here - and I'd only gotten as far as the reception. The woman at the reception took my information and showed me to the right room.

Aimee’s P.O.V.

I woke up at around 12pm. When I realised the time I almost had a heart attack. Today was the day I moved into the contestants’ house and started rehearsals. I pulled myself away from Harry – yes Harry. (Long story short, he took me back to the 1D house to watch a movie, I fell asleep and woke up in his bed. What was I to do?) Harry’s morning voice scared the shit out of me. "Where do you think you’re going?"

"I’m moving into the contestants’ house today and I haven’t seen mum or dad since yesterday!"

"Can I come with you?"

"Why?"

"I duno, we have the day off so I’ll be bored." He shrugged.

"Um, sure. If Simon lets you in the house."

"Pfft, please. It’s Uncle Simon, obviously he will." I rolled my eyes and lifted my bag and phone. I walked out the door with Harry running after me pulling a beanie on his head. The other day when I said I has to get over Harry... but now I can safely say that Harry is the hardest person ever to get over.

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I walked up to my driveway to see Meghan sitting on my doorstep with her bag thrown at her feet. "Meghan? What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be at the art place?"

"Probably yeah." She replied, bluntly.

"Well... why aren’t you?"

"I don’t fit in there. They’re all so amazing at art then I look at my work and it’s like “how did you even get accepted into this place?” They were all looking down their noses at me, like they were judging me and my work just because I wasn't some snooty art person. I'm not one of those... I'm an artist. There's a big difference. I just can’t go back." She sighed. Harry sat on the step beside her.

"Sure you can. You’re probably better than all of them in there."

"You don’t understand. I don’t fit in, you’re made to do what they want you to do. There’s no freedom in it. I can’t be tied down and do what they want. They want to be all prim and proper, but art isn't about that. It's about expressing yourself and you can't teach that..." She said. Damn she was deep.

"Well it’s up to you. I really have to go I’m sorry." I hugged Meghan and said goodbye to her. I walked inside and left the front door open, knowing Harry would come in after speaking to Meghan.

Meghan’s P.O.V.

"Harry, is Zayn free today?" I asked, wanting to take my mind of that awful college.

"Yeah, why?"

"Just wondering." He playfully punched me in the shoulder.

"N’awwh! Is wittle Meggie crushing on Zayn again?"

"What, no? What makes you think that?!" I started getting nervous. It’s not that I don’t like Zayn, it’s just... we’re best friends. That’s all we’re ever going to be. We didn’t work out the first time so I don’t see what would be different a second time. I’m still upset about Liam and I don’t want to mess Zayn about by using him to get over Liam.

"Come on, everyone can see you two still like each other."

"He’s my best friend, I don’t want to ruin that." I said, truthfully.

"Whatever you say. I gotta go help Aimee." He stood up and went to go inside.

"Use protection!" I smirked at him and got up and went to walk off. Harry grabbed my arm and held me back.

"Should I tell her?" He asked, nervously.

"Tell her what?"

"That I still love her?"

"I don’t know Harry. I know for a fact she still loves you, but if you tell her she might not concentrate on the show."

"I suppose... thanks anyway, I’ll see you later." He smiled and gave me a quick hug. I turned and walked off and got in my mini. I text Zayn before I drove off.

Megs: Hey Zaynie :P are you busy?! x

Zayn!: No, I’m not Megs :P Why, whats up?? x

Megs: Don’t call me Megs, Zaynie. Can I come over? I’m bored x

Zayn!: Sure :) see you soon x

I started the engine and headed around to the 1D house. I jumped out and went to the door. I knocked and Louis answered. "MEGHAN! I haven’t seen you in ages! You’ve grown so much!" He pulled me into a bone-crushing hug.

"Do you mind letting go, your kinda killing me here..." I said struggling to breathe. He laughed and let go. Niall came around the corner.

"Nialler! Hey!"

"Hey! Zayn’s upstairs if you want to go find him."

"How did you know I was here for him?"

"Well you aren’t here for Liam are you?" Louis said. I looked down awkwardly. He hugged me again. "Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that."

"It’s ok." I moved away from Louis and walked up the stairs and down the hall to Zayn’s room. I overheard Liam in his room with Danielle.

Scarred for life.

I knocked lightly on Zayn’s door before opening it to find him pulling on a beanie. "Oh, hey."

"Helloooo." I said. We both smiled at each other. I went over and sat on his bed. He lay down beside me.

"So, what do you want to do?"

"I was hoping you would know the answer to that..." We sat in silence for a few minutes before Zayn had an idea.

"Come here, I want to show you something." He said, smiling. I followed him downstairs, out into the back garden and down to loads of trees. I couldn’t help thinking about that time with Liam in his tree house. I sighed. Zayn pointed over to a seat swing. It looked like it could fit about three people and it was made to look like a sofa, so it was soft and comfy. There was a blanket draped over the back of it and a few pillows on it.

"Oh my god! That is so cool!"

 "I know, none of the lads use it but I come out here to think sometimes." He sat down on it and patted the spot next to him which I gladly occupied. He started swinging us back and forth. We started talking about everything and anything and I told him about what happened with the art college. He pulled out a battered looking cigarette box and took out a cigarette. He held it between his lips and went to light it when he caught me staring at him. "Everything ok?"

"Um, yeah..." Zayn sighed and put the lighter and cigarette back into the box and threw it on the ground. "I didn’t mind you know."

"Well I did, I didn’t want to bother you." He smiled and me and wrapped an arm around me. I moved closer to him and rested my head on his shoulder. It was so peaceful out here.