What we're made of. (Logan Lerman fan fic)

Chapter 24

Stella's POV:

So far it's been probably the best trip ever with my friends. Ever since Logan and I talked in the pool, everyone, even Holly, had been having the best time ever. I guess the girl wasn't too bad when she was in a good mood. Finally we were on our last day in LA and then next day we would have to leave to go home, but for now we were just going to walk around and enjoy. I followed Kyland off the bus and into a huge shopping center near Universal Studios. There was two stories of stores and restaurants leading down a winding path to the entrance of Universal. Kyland suddenly grabbed my hand and pulled me into a souvenir shop, away from everyone else.

"What?" I asked.

"Have you talked to Steven about the Logan thing?" She looked a little upset.

"Yeah, he said it was cool."

"You sure? He told Allison that he...well he really likes you but he didn't want you to be unhappy with him so he let you go. I think you're being a bit insensitive."

"Excuse me. I didn't even know that he liked me really like that. So don't tell me i'm being insensitive Ky. You have totally friendzoned Brandon for the past 5 years and you think i'm the one with the problem? Stop stringing him along." I left before she could respond. When i made it outside into the bright sunlight, i realized everyone else was nowhere in sight so i decided to go off on my own. I was just about to go into a small music shop when i saw a group of guys in the doorway. There weren't that many people around so I stood behind them, hoping they'd notice. None of them turned around so I went to tap on a shoulder, then all of the sudden i felt something slam into me and throw me to the ground.

"Oh my god! Love, are you okay?" 5 guy voices rushed around me. Since the sun was directly overhead, i couldn't open my eyes, but i felt a bunch of hands grab my arms and my back.

"Easy Mate. Be careful. Love, you okay?" I opened my eyes to see five familiar faces in front of me. That british boy band, One Direction. I nodded my head and rubbed the back of my head. I could feel a lump growing and man it hurt. 

"Hey Love, You probably know who we are, but I need to ask you not to scream or anything. Were on the DL," the boy with very curly hair, Harry i think, said.

"I know who you are. I just don't really care. No offense," I added the last part as a few hurt faces watched me carefully.

"I'm so sorry i ran into you!" The irish one, Niall, responded.

"It's cool," I nodded, walked past them into the music store. I could hear them whispering, but i ignored it and began ruffling through the current CD's. I found one of Ed Sheeran and began to read the song titles on the back.

"He's a good friend of mine," A deep voice sounded from beside me. The boy, Zayn, from the band, looked over from the CD's in his hand at the Sheeran one in mine. I nodded and continued looking through the stacks. "So, what's wrong?" I looked at him, taken aback by his question.

"Nothing." He looked at me quizzically. Obviously he knew something was up so there was no point in disregarding him. "I fell for my best friend, who's dating someone else, then my boyfriend told me he'd help make him jelous, but then i found out he really likes me and....i'm a huge ass." I mumbled. Zayn just looked at me calmly.

"Well, of course that guy would like you. You're a lovely person and absolutly gorgeous. I can't blame him. But as for your situation...just make your choice. That's all you can do really. Make your choice then let them make theirs. This isn't all your fault you know," he smiled at me. Out of his pocket, he grabbed his wallet, then he snatched the Sheeran CD out of my hand. He went to the register and bought the CD, returning with a bag and a receipt. I opened my mouth to question it, but he shook his head, taking out a pen. He wrote something quickly on the receipt, shoved it in the bag, then handed it over. "I hope it all works out." He kissed my cheek and left without another word. I pulled out the receipt. In beautiful handwriting, it said "Anyone would be lucky to have you. Call me when it all works out. We can all hang out. Love, Zayn." I giggled and slid it back in the bag.

I stepped out of the store, into the bright light, squinting until my eyes adjusted. Standing there next to the store was Steven, watching me with his dark eyes. I had to make a decision, and soon, or it'd be the death of me.