The Last Mission {One Direction FanFiction}

Chapter 20

{A/N}

Final exam is week away. Chemistry is killing me. Additional Math makes me die T.T It's the second last chapter by the way.

ENJOY :3

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Brooke's P.O.V

He kiss me. God, he kiss me. Someone please give me my shuriken so I can stab him on his head!

Just kidding.

For awhile, I close my eyes until my skin feel his breaths near my nose. I slowly open my eyes, met his green ones, too near. I don't know why that my room just got brighter since Harry came. And I feel that we are not the only one in this area. I feel I've been watched and basically, harass.

Harry leans his forehead on mine and he breaths a little too fast. "I'm sorry," he mutters. "I just can't help it." His hand rose on my cheek, slowly his thumb sweeping my left cheek and to my lips and his eyes, oh god, his eyes changed slightly into blue-ish green. So intrigued. Our nose touching. Then, he pushed me away. "I'm sorry! I need to go!" He rushed to get up.

"Wait!" I managed to grab his wrist. I know I should let him leave but I need someone here, to accompany me. "Stay," I say. "Until I fall asleep."

Harry sleeps on the floor and I sleep on my bed.

The rhythm of his breaths slows, and I prop myself up to see if he is asleep. He lies on his stomach with one arm around his head. His eyes are closed, his lips parted. For the first time, he looks as young as he is, and I wonder who he really is. Who is he when he isn't in the band, isn't the famous Harry Styles, isn't Harry, isn't anything in particular?

Whoever he is, I like him. It's easier for me to admit that to myself now, in the dark, after all that just happened. He is not sweet or gentle or particularly kind. But he is smart and slightly a coward and even though I saved him and the boys, he treated me Im just a girl who lost her parents. That is all I need to know.

I watch the muscles in his back expand and contract until I fall asleep.



I wake to aches and pains. I cringe as I sit up, holding my ribs, and walk up to the makeup mirror on the opposite wall. I am almost too groggy to see myself on it, but when I widen my eyes, I can see my face. As expected, there is a dark blue bruise on my cheek. I hate the idea that people who I once loved and respected back stabbed me. I have to mend my friendships. I need the protection of seeming weak.

It two hours past midnight, I walk to the door and slowly walking my self to the end of the hallway.
The older I became, I feel this house got bigger and more peaceful. I hate it sometimes. No laughter and smiles like the people in this house used to do.

I open the fridge, to get some milk and cereal (it is 2am, exactly in the morning.) and turned on the tv watching some soap operas.

"Rough night, eh?" Someone behind me said. I froze.

"Excuse me, I really need a 'me time' right now. Can you just go away."

But I never have the courage to say that. It is rude.

It was Zayn. He jump to the couch and watch tv with me. About a minute we didn't spoke anything. I think he waited me to finish my cereal. And the soap opera was good too. It's about a rich guy falls in love with a poor hardworking girl, typical love story but a good typical one.

"Seriously," I put the bowl on the coffee table in front of me, knowing that Alfred will pick it up. "Why are you here? Go to sleep."

"I'm sorry." He lowered his head.

I stood up facing him. He said he's sorry and means that he's sorry to be rude to me or just for bothering me tonight? But I didn't ask him cause I really want to be somewhere else and facing the boys is not my option.

"I saw Harry kissed you just then," he say, "When I was going to find you."

So he had been there. No wonder I sense someone was watching.

That's when I realized something in his voice. Something I never noticed before.

Anger and jealousy. All mixed up and turned to bunch of kaboom and ready to explode.

"Oh..." I said. "Look..." I glanced around. Hoping that no one hear our conversation. "It's not what it looks like....he started it."

"Hey, don't be so scare. I'm not assume anything happened to you guys." That made me calm a little bit. I don't like people assume things that I did not do.

"Alright." I look at him. He's not facing down anymore. His eyes intirely on mine. Looking at me and hoping me to say something that I don't know what is.

"In fact, I'm going straight up to bed. In the future, Zayn, I hope you don't just turned up behind me cause it gave me chills and I was in my privacy mood. Goodnight."

But I hadn't gone more than single step before my hand was seized. The next thing I knew, he was pulling me back. He hadn't even bothered to get up from the couch. He merely pulled me into his lap.

I was so surprised to find myself there, at first I could only stare up to his face in shock, trying to make sense of what had just happened.

"Zayn," I started to say. "You really can't just-"

Then his lips came down over mine, and all of it- went away, and it was only about Zayn and the hardness of his arms as they tightened around me, and the wood smoke smell of him, and the fact that I couldn't believe it had happened again, only with the other member, I really need this romantic thing to stop...

"Wait," I said breathlessly, pulling my mouth away from his. "Zayn. Wait." I had to put a him to his chest and physically push him back. "Wait a minute."

"What?" His arms hadn't loosened their hold on me one iota. "What's wrong?"

What was wrong? Everything. Nothing. I didn't know. I brought them to my house to make sure they're safe before I retired. And I'm their protector. Not a girl to be in love with.

"We can't do this," I said, even as he was kissing my throat. "Yes," he said, a glow in his brown eyes I'd never seen there before. "We can."

"No." I said. "I mean, I can't." My pulse was racing so fast. "I can't to do this." He looked down at me, looking really upset. "I'm sorry," I whisper to him.

"I need to go."