Make the Most of It

16. Bad News

What? Who? When? Was he talking about me? I looking straight into his eyes, searching for the answer. I admit, I wanted it to be me. I had this desperate urge of wanting him to like me, but maybe, that was pushing my luck. I mean, we couldn't end up together. Could we?

Then, he unexpectedly broke me out of my trance. He slowly leaned in as he continued to look at me. I felt as it he had cast a spell over me, making me grant his every wish. I leaned in to him as well and closed my eyes, accepting what was just about to happen. Our lips hovered just inches away from eachother, trying so desperately to touch. As we inched closer and closer, the pull between our lips strengthened.

Suddenly I realized what I was about to do and quickly pulled myself back, away from him. I got up, leaving Zayn sitting on the ground.

"I'm sorry Zayn, but I can't do this. It's not right."

"What's not right? You broke up with Jake so what's stopping you?" He got up and walked to me.

"You Zayn. You! I broke up with him because of you. The last few months have been the worst days of my life. I almost died falling from a tree. I almost went to jail. Because of you. How can you expect me to openly run into your arms?" His expression changed before I could even comprehend what I had just said. He quickly started walking away, until I grabbed his arm.

"Wait! Zayn, I didn't mean that," I pleaded.

"No you're right. I'm bringing out the worst in you. Someone like you doesn't deserve someone like me." He threw his arms up at the last part, then turned around and walked away with his hands stuffed in his pockets, as I tried chasing after him.

"Zayn! I'm sorry," I said to him again, trying to wash away the guilt that I felt.

"What are we doing Nikki? One day we admit to liking eachother, then we're friends, then we're right back to hating eachother. This isn't how friendship works."

"I know and I said I'm sorry. But, can we please try to be just friends? Nothing more."

"But-" His words were cut off by the clanking of hand cuffs. We turned out heads and saw a policeman standing in front of us.

"You are under arrest for tresspassing and you have the right to remain silent," he said. I looked at Zayn, who seemed presumably calm for such a situation. Meanwhile I looked completely terror-struck. I felt my knees lock in place and my whole body turn to jelly. He put handcuffs on me with my hands behind my back and as he was hand-cuffing Zayn's hands, Zayn leaned into me and whispered in my ear.

"Everything will be okay. I promise. Just stay calm."

He walked with us to the car where we wer told to get into the car. He told me to go in first, but I struggled to get in with my hands handcuffed behind my back so he gave me a push, making my forehead hit the top edge of the car. I groaned in pain.

"Hey! Don't hurt her!" Zayn yelled. The police officer paid no heed and shoved Zayn into the car as well. The ride was silent, but short. We get there in only a few minutes. I had spent the entirety of the drive planning my future in jail.

We were taken out of the car and walked into the police station where we had to stamp our fingerprints and some other preocedures. Then, they put us into seperate cells, adjoined with only metal bars between us.

Once the officers had left their desk, I paced around my cell. Zayn had already sat down against the cold hard wall.

"How the hell are you this calm?" I whispered angrily.

"We can't get in trouble. We were visiting family."

"We might not stay in jail, but I can lose my job Zayn!"