Clarity

10. Whoa

~EMMALIESE'S POV~

 After I had cleaned Harry's wound up, he told me to go (help) Zayn. I thought about his exact words for a while until I finally understood what he meant by (help). Honestly I would have used the word (heal) because Zayn wasn't the one who got punched in the face by some chick he didn't even know, he was cheated on by a chick he had known half his life. And that girl was Perrie.

 "Hey. Um, I just want you to know that I'm sorry.." I sat down beside Zayn on his couch. His eyes were focused on the television set that was playing some movie about North Korean's trying to bomb the White House or something. As he herd me apologize, he looked me in the eye's with confusion plastered on his face and simply asked,"What for?"

 "For the whole Perrie thing." I bite my lip while looking down at my folded hands. I tried my best to be serious (as hard as that sounds) I managed to.

 "Hey, hey." I felt a large finger sneak underneath my chin. "It wasn't your fault, it was my fault for going out with someone that obviously couldn't contain their feelings for others inside. Maybe I wasn't exactly the best boyfriend in the world... I mean sometimes I would forget to-" I cut him off before he could finish his sentence.

 "Zayn, don't beat yourself up! None of this was your fault. In fact, Perrie was the one who screwed up your relationship so don't even try to blame a single thing on you." He nodded while picking up the T.V. remote and clicking off the movie.

 "Ready for that dance?"

 "As ready as I'll ever be!" I smiled wide as we both got up on our feet. "Lets get shakin bacon!"

 "What?" Zayn laughed while he tried to find the right radio station.

 "Nothing." I said quickly before things got weird. Who am I kidding? Whats life without weird?

 Just when Zayn had found a channel that was actuality playing this centuries music we could finally start dancing, and I have to admit I was a tad excited.

 "Well, never thought I'd be in this situation again." Zayn snaked his arms around my waist. At first I was a little nervous, but then I remembered how much fun it was the last time so I just went along with it and put my arms around his neck.

 "OH EM GEEH!!!" I shouted running over to the radio to turn the volume up as loud as it could go.

 "Emma... This better not be some old crap like Frank Sinatra." Zayn gave me a disapproving look. I gasped covering a hand over my mouth before protesting.

 "FYI Frank Sinatra is amazing and this is actually You Make Me Feel So Young by Michale Buble." I smiled sweetly as I walked back over to Zayn.

 "That's...better." He paused in between his sentence.

 "Shut up and dance Bradford Bad Boy." I giggled while lacing my fingers with his.

 "Feisty much?" He chuckled slightly, moving our arms out in front of our shoulders. "I like feisty." Just then, we both started to make our way down the hall when we came to a stop and Zayn had me cornered. The music changed to Kiss Me by Ed Sheeran and my heart beat started to race faster and faster by the second. Before I knew it, Zayn had pushed me up against the wall and put both his hands over my shoulder blades.

 "Whoa." I whispered as his lips moved in towards mine-

 "Enough of this slow crap!" A voice called from in the living room while stopping the music, bringing me back to reality.

 WHAT THE HECK WAS ABOUT TO HAPPEN?! I screamed at myself while face palming. Nothing was about to happen, nothing was about to happen, nothing was about to happen, nothing was about to happen! Good Lordy I almost kissed Zayn Malik!