Good Gone Bad

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

He pulls me out into the courtyard "What could you possibly want? I tried to leave you alone, you are the one who keeps running into me. I like you. A lot. And I am not going to get over you if you keep coming back into my life."

He smirks and strokes my cheek. His chiseled face gleams in the sunlight and reflects off his nerdy glasses. When he smiles, he reveals two dimples on either side that I could just poke. "I was being foolish last night."

"Damn right you were" I get up to leave. I've had enough. I know what I did was wrong, but he lied to me and is still lying to everyone else about who he really is.

I push on the doors and make my way back to the cafeteria, with my real friends who don't lie to me. The tears are threatening to come out and Cassie rushes from the table towards me, "You okay babe?"

I shake my head, ready to pull her in for a warm hug, when somebody grabs at my shoulders.

I turn to look at him, Marcel, Harry. He talks in his squealing annoying voice as loud as he possibly can, causing everyone to stare at us, "Gabriella! You didn't let me finish. When I found out you stood up for me, I knew I was wrong and misjudged you last night."

"Well you know what Marcel? It's a little too late. I don't care what the hell you do as long it does not involve me" before turning back around to sit with my friends and eat lunch, I smirk at the boy who's feelings I know I've just crushed.

When I sit down, the chattering amongst the teenager in the cafeteria continues again. Niall pats me on the back, "You did the right thing. A guy like him doesn't deserve a girl like you."

I grin at my friend and he pulls me in for a Horan hug, which ended up being a large group hug between me and my best friends. I know it will be hard, to keep Harrys secret. But I will manage. And I know it will be hard, to not completely fall into his arms every time I see him. But I will manage. But what I do know, is I have my best friends who I can never let down. And I owe Zayn an apology.

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"Hello Mrs. Malik, is Zayn home?"

She smiles and nods, "Oh sweetie, you've been here enough to call me Tricia. He's in his room."

I thank her quickly before climbing up the stairs to his bedroom. I've been to this house so many times... There are so many memories. Zayn and I have been friends since preschool. We have had off and on relationships, and occasionally we absolutely hate each other. But deep down, we know nothing can ruin our friendship. I walk in without even knocking, "Zayn."

His head shoots up and he smiles when he sees me. "Gabs, I am so sorry for offending you and Marcel. I guess I was just jealous. Could you please forgive me love?"

I nod and we meet halfway, hugging each other. "Of course I can forgive you. Why else would I be here?"

"I've missed you. I mean, I have really missed you. I miss you being the one I could call mine, Gabby" he whispers into my ear, sending tingles down my spine.

"I've missed you too, Zayn."

Zayn doesn't take a moment to lose, instantly connecting our lips. It definitely wasn't the same as when I kissed Marcel, but it sure was something. Just as his tongue is begging for entrance, my phone rings.

"One minute. May I step into the bathroom?"

He nods and I grab the phone, not paying attention to caller ID, and answer, "Hello."

"Baby I need you here with me," that deep and sexy raspy voice I've come to know as Harry's.

"Harry this really isn't the time, I told you nothing will come of us," I sigh.

"Where are you?"

I snap, "It doesn't matter Harry. Find someone who deserves you. Like you said, I'm a conceited bitch and I don't belong with you."

"Babe are you almost done, I've got to piss," Zayn says through the door.

"Yeah one minute," I say covering the phone. "Look Harry, we aren't meant to be. And I have to go. Goodbye" I hang up before he can say anything.

-HARRY/MARCEL'S POV-

"Look Harry, we aren't meant to be. And I have to go," she says quickly and I hear the line die.

I slam my fist into the wall in frustration.

Why is she so confusing? I apologized to her, but she couldn't accept it.

And why can't I just let her go and leave it be. I promised myself I wouldn't get into any relationships, and look where she's gotten me.

Her silky blonde hair, the way it caresses her beautiful shape. Her milk chocolate eyes, I can read them so well. I know she has some feelings for me, because her eyes give her away so well. Her porcelain skin, I feel as if I touch her too hard, she'll break. Her perfectly curvy body. I want her.

No, I need her.

Searching through my backpack, I find the school directory. I need to call one of her friends. But I can't seem to remember any of their names. Casey sounds familiar... Oh, Cassie! I look through until I find a Cassandra Smith.

Quickly dialing her number in my phone, I tap my fingers on the coffee table. She answers, "Who the hell is this?"

She will hang up immediately if I tell her I'm Marcel, so I decide to go by real name, "Harry."

Somebody says something in the background before she replies, "Harry who? I don't know any Harrys. Is this some kind of a joke?"

"No Cassandra, it's not. I need you to tell me everything you know," I say, trying to sound intimidating. I had to find out where Gabby was and why she had to hang up.

"Everything I know? Are you high or something?"

I chuckle and answer her, "No Ms. Smith, I am not. I have a few questions, regarding your friend Gabriella Taylor. But you mustn't tell anyone of our call, especially not Gabriella. Do you understand?"

She gulps, obviously buying my act. "Yes, I understand."

"So, do you know where Ms. Taylor is at the moment?" I ask her right off the bat.

"Um she said something about going to our friend Zayn Malik's house to apologize or something. I don't know, they'll probably end up fucking. Usually do when one of them is emotional," she says as if its nothing.

Jealousy burns through my veins, I grip the phone in my hand harder, "What kind of history do the two have?"

I can almost hear her smile through the phone, "Well, they've known each other since diaper days. Sometimes they hate each other, sometimes they're just friends, and sometimes they fuck. I'm pretty dead set that they're gonna get married one day."

I grip the phone so hard it breaks. This can't be happening.

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