Stuck in the Middle

Making Up and Making Out

Chapter Eighteen

Harry took my hand in his as we stepped out onto the ledge. We were so high up and I was glad to have him in front me. We were all connected to harnesses so technically we couldn't just fall off the building but looking down was very, very scary. I had said yes to Harry's question about Australia back in the changing room and now he couldn't seem to keep his hands off me. Which would have been fine if Zayn wasn't connected to the harness behind me. Why was I always stuck in the middle of them?

Zayn was the last one on the wire that ran around the outside of the building so he was using the little bit of privacy he had to grab ahold of my waist and sometimes brought his head close to my neck, breathing small kisses onto it. Of course, he didn't get caught once by Harry, although I wasn't really complaining about the close company from either of them because I was much more concerned about the height we were at. I kept looking off the edge of the path, which was a mistake in itself because every time I looked I was shocked at how far down the fall would be, if I fell that is, which I wouldn't because I had a harness on, but I was still freaking out.

I had to tell Zayn. I couldn't just keep leading him on even though I wanted him just as much as I wanted Harry. It was a hard decision I had made, even though I really hadn't made the decision at all, I had taken the easy and safe option because I didn't want the band to break up. It was safe, I always chose the safe way, which is probably why I liked the fact that Zayn thought I was going to take the risk and choose him. 

These thoughts were strangely not taking my mind off the fact that I was so high up, and being stuck in the middle of the boys, well that wasn't helping either. I just wanted to be off this stupid ledge and back in the safety and warmth that was waiting for me inside. Unfortunately we were only just reaching the half way point and for some reason we had stopped. 

"What's going on?" I asked Harry and he turned around with a weary expression on his face. 

"We have to take a photo..." He started to say and I sighed in relief, I thought there might have been something wrong with the cables we were attached to.

"While leaning off the edge of the tower." Harry finished and watched my face carefully. I knew my expression had changed dramatically because he pulled me closer to him and hugged me, trying to calm me down. 

"Come on Demi." I heard Zayn say from behind me and I slowly pulled away from the warmth of Harry's chest to face him.

"What's life without a little risk?" Zayn said pulling me to him and holding my hips with a firm grip. Strangely I felt safe in his hands too, somehow I knew he wouldn't let anything happen to me. I turned around and Harry was looking at us with a very confused expression on his face.

"Zayn what are you doing? I was comforting her, I didn't need your help." Harry said slightly agitated. I gulped as Zayn just tightened his grip on my hips. I didn't know what was about to happen but i knew that it couldn't end well unless i stepped in, I just didn't know what to say or do.

"Um, it's alright Harry, Zayn just knows how afraid of heights I am, he's just trying to help." I said as I tried to pull myself out of Zayn's grasp. He reluctantly let me walk towards Harry, but not before Harry noticed Zayn's firm grip on my hips. 

"Why were you holding her hips mate?" Harry almost snarled at Zayn, the word mate was practically spat out between his teeth. Zayn just looked at me, urging me to tell Harry the truth, but I couldn't do it, I didn't want to see Harry get hurt, I couldn't handle it. 

"Harry just calm down, it's nothing." I said to Harry before reaching up to kiss him. He was tense but he soon relaxed and kissed me back. I pulled away before he tried to make it heated and dragged my eyes towards Zayn, instantly wishing I hadn't when I saw the hurt on his face. He knew. He knew in that moment that I had chosen Harry and not him. I regretted everything and the pain immediately kicked in. I wanted to comfort him, I wanted more than just to comfort him but I couldn't, Harry was already suspicious.